I like the pages
filling up
more than I like
what fills them.
But that’s okay,
as long as I
have this pen
scrawling across
the blank paper,
as long as I
have the will
to keep coming back.
43/365 – A Poem A Day For a Year
I like the pages
filling up
more than I like
what fills them.
But that’s okay,
as long as I
have this pen
scrawling across
the blank paper,
as long as I
have the will
to keep coming back.
43/365 – A Poem A Day For a Year
