I feel
I don’t like it when mind blows words that feelings couldn’t catch. Like it matters not to the ears and eyes of the beholder when all are pointless and will be gone the second it’s not felt nor heard but seen. Like when one dreamt of colorless rainbow only to be forgotten in the end. Spilled like ink in a white satin sheet. Wish we’d meet. Greet. See eye to eye. Like why…..
It matters not it mattered not it’ll never matter.











