I think it takes a lot off ones mind.
I like the look and i think it suites me very well.
It was one day.
I sat down and wrote this in my sketch book.
And not wanting to distract myself from the city,
I waited till i sat somewhere to get coffee to write this down.
He took everything I thought I had
He left me with what we call nothing
But I don’t mind nothing. It can be different.
It teaches you how to grow and be alone
and how to go on your own.
An Imaginary somebody, a body of hollowness
a hollow, empty, translucent tree
Standing on a corner in the street.
The traffic light goes green
I move my leaves and smile to the wind.
I am standing though.
I am myself
I am the tree.