I feel like I have run out of blogging words, so read this short poem I wrote instead.
Words sitting on the page in front of me
Standing on the outside looking in.
Tell me what you see when you look inside
You don’t show your tears –
There’s nothing left to cry.
World moving by you so fast
Do you even want it –
Could you make it last.
Sometimes I want to blog more but there’s simply nothing.