What was that I was saying, again?
I must have spaced.
A mind running all over the place,
And words that won’t leave my pen.
Thoughts here one second,
A different thought the very next,
Staring at the ceiling blank
But looking at outer space instead,
Endless scribbles of words in my head,
They don’t even make any sense anymore.
I put it on paper, in ink, in writing,
A bunch of gibberish,
A little poetry here and there,
Words that meant the world to me,
Words that cased to hold meaning,
Words I’ll cherish forever,
Sweet nothings about my love,
Worlds people have forgotten of—
Where was I going with this?
There’s too much on our minds,
Maybe we all need some quiet,
This Universe, this world makes no sense,
We’re an entangled mess.
We’ll find our way as we move along.
∼© Shubhangi Srinivasan.