To feel a lot
is to write nothing.
Emotions too intense,
as if it's at its peak,
that no word is enough
to describe
or deserves to be well-written.
I feel a lot,
but I write something.
Vague, baffling, puzzling,
like the stars up on the sky—
certainly it's there,
millions, hidden by the clouds,
too precious, too deep
to describe
or to be even seen.
I feel a lot,
so I write this.
Each word is encoded
with a heavy heart
and weary mind.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 8:00 AM UTC
To feel a lot
is to write nothing.
Emotions too intense,
as if it's at its peak,
that no word is enough
to describe
or deserves to be well-written.
I feel a lot,
but I write something.
Vague, baffling, puzzling,
like the stars up on the sky—
certainly it's there,
millions, hidden by the clouds,
too precious, too deep
to describe
or to be even seen.
I feel a lot,
so I write this.
Each word is encoded
with a heavy heart
and weary mind.
I don't really know if this makes sense but I feel like I need to at least make something to lessen the emotions rushing through me. Plus, I can't think of a title.
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