the peaceful life in a white page’s silence
create the empty blue ligns abundance
when i’m looking right through nothing
the peaceful life of a clean page
a sentence among others
why do i need to say this text in a loud voice?
do i need to say something that make me think?
the peaceful life of a page in his journal
hoping to find a pencil
i don’t know how to write
and i don’t know how to read prose
because i’m naive to believe in
everything people tell me
but the ink can still write without
thinking of what we might read and
even if my words can’t rhyme
do i need to say more?