& i needed poetry to prove that i am alive,
you sauntered in like my time was yours,
to survive your lackluster life.
letter by letter, words emerged,
and a sentence that read,
“i am fine.”
the dictionary lost its magnitude there for a while.
my inkpot was leaking,
the truth was intimidating,
you diffused yourself into my desultory rhyme.
I love songs that are a bit sad but sound happy, like a melancholic kaleidoscope. I wrote this about the people and other works of art that inspire me.
Thank you so much for reading!