1. Honest poet
Well, let's start at the end of the month. Month of poetry.
How nice. People write. Everybody wants to say something.
And that is ok.
I, on the other hand, want to say "nothing". Isn't that something?
Why do I need to say something? Isn't there something nice in that "nothing"?
I just want to enjoy in the empty stanzas, and yet I write.
Oh, how silly a poet I am. Still writing these empty stanzas.
Still finding my poetry in between.
