i was told the poem from yesterday was about living in the moment. i know i said i wasn’t sure what it meant but the truth is i think i felt what this poem meant when i read it. i may have even said to myself this is about where i am at this very moment in time. i was sitting at my desk at work when i first read it and i got lost in how fun the poem was to read for just a bit of time.
darn the real world, it can be such an interrupter. i am glad i am well again. i am glad i can breathe again. i am glad i can’t hear me breathing again. i am glad to be empty again.
a little bit of nothing
is worth all of something
if you share with the nobody
the nothing you have
i wrote that a very long time ago. i am glad it has come back to revisit me.