Missing the silence and slowness of being a dreamer,
Inspiring me to write with happiness and pain and everything in between;
Something is wrong.
The fact that what is wrong can be more easily turned to poetry than what is right, may be something these words cannot properly express,
And yet,
I must find a way.
For something feels wrong. Something has changed ever since...
Why is all my poetry these days about doubt and fear and wondering,
Instead of warmth and bliss and wonder?