August 04, 2020
Sitting on my bed,
having a cup of coffee,
while staring at the window.
As the rain drops slowly.
With pattern, in motion
Its wiping all unwanted emotions.
The present.
It makes me feel at ease.
A celebration of inner peace.
I wonder.
How can our creator make all these things happen?
How could this picture be possible?
A paradise in chaos.
A beauty in a disaster.
A heaven in hell.
As I snap out of this moment
I know that reality
Will take me back shortly
and as I sip again from my cup of coffee
Another imagery
Hopes or maybe misery
Will make me think and wonder
How do I wish my life was written?
I am honestly experiencing an art block right now so I just written down my thoughts. :(
Now, let me ask you.
How do you wish your life was written?
Good poem