quite enough
it is quiet enough
to hear my own thoughts
without following them.
they come and go
without asking to be understood,
not as questions,
not as things that need an answer,
just little pieces
of somewhere i have been.
it is quiet enough
to hear my own thoughts
without following them.
they come and go
without asking to be understood,
not as questions,
not as things that need an answer,
just little pieces
of somewhere i have been.