It's crazy to me That even one soul Could care about my words And my woes But 300!?!
300 people With thoughts Feelings Love Sadness Pain Problems And poetry Have read and enjoyed Wow, this is a dream
I've written Quite a bit About feeling lonely But just a second ago I looked at the number of followers And saw 300 A beautiful number Built from beautiful people And I felt together And like I was no longer a weirdly shaped puzzle piece With no existing puzzle to fit in to
Of course I write for me But it sure felt good To see
Thank you, Each and every one of you, You mean so much to me
(this note was was written by a hippo that ate a blueberry sandwich for linner. Linner is a mix between lunch and dinner. His name was windowframe.)