What are you good at?

I’m good at making things lyrical

Just everyday things

Thrown into the pot of words

Out comes something vaguely poetic

I swear I speak in prose

Constantly composing

This endless waltz I’ve landed myself in

The dance

The pas de deux

We dance by ourselves

生命の

And what not

We

And me

The universe is always here but we seldom think of them

Those few one things that will be with us in our forever

I wonder if there will ever be a day I can be awake

Truly

See all this nothing looks so poetic

How strange

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