Nothing compares, to the way you put toothpaste on your toothbrush and brush your teeth,
Scramble those eggs and pour your tea, the way you rest your palm against your cheek as you sit in deep thought, then smile after you've made a funny in your head, the way you put your pants on one leg at a time, then step one foot in front of the other
Your blank stare, when you realize no one cares, when you jump for joy, because they were all there, when your nose is practically one with the notebook, both lips folded in, with your tongue at the corner as you jot down ideas before they're gone in the wind
The way you say nothing, but tell me everything will be alright
I know, I know
I don't know a thing
But nothing gave me something that feels like everything.







