Sometimes different is good.
So this time my mind was blank.
So was the room, the table, the notebook
I felt something incredibly shrank
While I looked from my window towards the flowing brook.
I felt incomplete without any thoughts running in my mind
It felt different, didn’t understand if it was great or strange
I didn’t know if I had combined or confined
I didn’t know what was there to arrange.
But this space was needed
A sacred little world
Of nothing odd or new like we pleaded
Without any word, my silent world.