o n t h e s e
w h i t e p a g e s ,
invisible words stare back at me.
m y j o b i s s i m p l y
t o l e t
everyone else see
them too.
my hand starts writing nonsense,
t h i s s t u f f i n
t h e s t a r s , it makes no
sense to me.
things are bright, happier now.
so i enjoy it while it lasts.
because if there's one thing
i've learned in life so
far,
it's that good things are rare, ////////////♥
while bad things are