Tag Archives: wonder

1/2

If I can walk, I’m only half breathing

If I can shout, I’m only half crying

If I can, then I’m only half dying

he who does not know how to feel whole

can only feel in halves

measure feelings in halves

never feel whole heartedly, truly

he who feels in halves is always half smiling and half wondering…

that’s how it should be


paper

That piece of paper, which is never hollow but sunken by words.

The intrigue it’s only got wonder


my

my home,

my friend,

the scratches in the stars,

the loners in the bar.

All trailing around for hope and wonder