He took the journal out that he doesn't have
He read the words that were not on the page
Out loud

I could smell the paper that wasn't there

He felt the wood on his fingertips
The binding that was old and frayed

I tasted life in my mouth like blood

Serenity crept in

I started to laugh

With a glint his eye
He stared intensely at the nothing

at everything



.....

I could put in the words what I do,
It becomes so irrelevant to
what I say despite for it not be
It just deeply affected me.
I do what needs to be done
It needs not be said so seldom.
In the dark of the night,
From left to the right
Don't cut, no bite
I have to say to be in the fight
To be few and fortunate.
With the crimes increasing,
And people turning cold,
You need more to live by
Give more and try
To make this earth a nice place
All across.