Stuck, Pain, Relief. All I feel in this very moment, And yet I don't know how you feel In this very moment How odd. I wonder if it will be cold outside tommorrow? But it might be very hot for you. How odd. We've never met Most likely never will. And yet somehow I can imagine you A faint vision. No details But all I know is that's you. I like you. No voice No opion But yet you influence me to do my best Without saying a word All you are is a concept But to you so am I How odd. Thank you Whoever you may be Because you've inspired me to do great things Just by being you How odd.
I never write about anything in particular, I start with how I feel and let my brain wonder this is a very clear example of that.