Art by Christian Schloe
I don’t know how to
explain things.
I read things, I hear things,
I see things..
but I don’t know how to
explain things.
In class,
when the professor handed out
a piece of poem to everyone
and asked, “what’d you think?”
I thought to myself, "it’s self-explanatory,
about mankind and artificial glory."
but I don’t know how to
explain things.
I read things, I hear things,
I see things..
but I don’t know how to
explain things.
I feel things..
and sometimes—
I write things...
"Things..."
by
@CreativeChaos
~
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