A Little Blunt;
My words break like
a pencil sharpened a
little too much, and I
let them break into
pieces so that I can
pick them up and
join them with my
transparent tears
like Kintsugi.....!
A Little More;
I let them break a
little more until they
come back together by
themselves like a flock
of fireflies that come
back in their jar, forever.....!
A Tiny Difference;
My words return, not
to find themselves caged
in 'a' jar, but to find
themselves free in 'the' jar.
The jar–this world.....!
Lost Freedom;
My words find it in the
world that's a cage
which allows breaking,
not flying. My words are
wildflowers, who fly
like dandelions.....!
