a blank page

a blank page

now, a blank page,

i wish it was me,

but then, the same

will happen:

i fill you, page,

with helpless babbling,

stammering, stuttering,

i blacken you with sadness,

tears and pointless

exclamation marks,

with questions,

words and words.

i press my lips with ink

on you, my thumb-

remember me

when you burn and fly.

i know, you will not

but that my pain and longing

will be erased in the wind

and finally go with the rain.

it is all good

as it is.

all is to wash,

to purify,

to let go,

to be born again

or not.

heavy thunderstorm outside,

blackening all outside..

July 30, 2017, 21.00 hrs