Once upon a time...
I never used to be able to fill a nice book with nice pages…
With too many too highs
and out of reach
Dreams and purposes
left unfulfilled,
UNSEEN.
Lucky if the book made it past the 10th page.
No pages torn,
-oh no, no, no, not allowed from this author;
The pain is worn,
A mask belonging to the person of many faces...
So not one page will be torn,
not 2, or 3….
Not with too big of shoes to fill, you see?
-Whose shoes to fill?
That answer is still unknown,
But a shoe is still a shoe,
Empty or at a home.
Shoes without a pair,
Shoes without laces,
Maybe even shoes that
do not lead to any faces.
But a shoe is still a shoe,
Is it not?
So now here's this book,
All to be filled with so many
Precious thoughts.
There are so many books with
maybe 3, 7,
or maybe
even 10,
Regardless...
There is still so much left
To this story
Before it can even end.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
Once upon a time...
I never used to be able to fill a nice book with nice pages…
With too many too highs
and out of reach
Dreams and purposes
left unfulfilled,
UNSEEN.
Lucky if the book made it past the 10th page.
No pages torn,
-oh no, no, no, not allowed from this author;
The pain is worn,
A mask belonging to the person of many faces...
So not one page will be torn,
not 2, or 3….
Not with too big of shoes to fill, you see?
-Whose shoes to fill?
That answer is still unknown,
But a shoe is still a shoe,
Empty or at a home.
Shoes without a pair,
Shoes without laces,
Maybe even shoes that
do not lead to any faces.
But a shoe is still a shoe,
Is it not?
So now here's this book,
All to be filled with so many
Precious thoughts.
There are so many books with
maybe 3, 7,
or maybe
even 10,
Regardless...
There is still so much left
To this story
Before it can even end.
Realizing even the littlest of little things....
