Under the state of nowhere
At times, I find myself writing
Violent thoughts and
Happy ones
Flows of words matter not
It’s my heart pouring out
Pen stops
And I wait
For a reason to go on
For my existence to carry on
I am empty
And sometimes so shallow
Like the cup that seems full
Yet it’s not
Vague feelings
And when it’s hard to make out things
I remember to pause
And listen
Because it’s all there in the heart
I just need to hold and
Think hard.
Whisper of the heart 