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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