Scatterbrainy

Philosophy(a) about literature, language and discarded moments from the junkyard of my mind

you say Why..

...and I answer Because.

You ask me when, I ask you- now?

You weep, I dry you.

I hold you. You hold on.

I fill the slate with white words,

you scribble dots all over it,

I wipe it clean.

You are lonley, so am I.

We are apart.

here I am, you are not.

I was there, but you were gone.

you needed something, I am someone.

let's exploit each other and call it life.