Today I woke and had already let some things go.
It was a day of nothing, and It filled me with it.
I walked through the park and stopped on a bench
to roll myself a quiet cigarette. I looked at the life
in the pond and pondered the implications. I thought:
" There has to be a poem in here somewhere"
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Today I woke and had already let some things go.
It was a day of nothing, and It filled me with it.
I walked through the park and stopped on a bench
to roll myself a quiet cigarette. I looked at the life
in the pond and pondered the implications. I thought:
" There has to be a poem in here somewhere"
My thoughts are kind today
