Book in my hand.
Wait.
Where did the words go?
Lost in thought,
I search the pages.
The words are still there.
But, none of it makes sense.
'There is no cold. Only warmth at it's worst,'
I read.
'There is no darkness. Only absence of light,'
It says.
What do these mean??
It makes me wonder.
Wait.
Where are you?
Lost in thought,
I search the place.
You're asleep on the couch.
I read your face.
Now I know.
I write on my brain..
There is no loneliness,
Just an absence of you.
A true artist at her best!
A true artist at her best! Genius