Or Something

I'm writing, watching, striking, playing, sitting. What else?

I'm writing these things.
I'm spinning thoughts.
I'm sewing words letter by letter.
I'm weaving this cloth.

Or something.

I'm watching you.
I'm waiting for your eyes.
I'm sending you whispers.
I'm wondering if you've heard.

Or something.

I'm striking those numbers.
I'm making their dreams.
I'm conquering this mystery.
I'm approaching infinite limits.

Or something.

I'm playing this piano.
I'm waltzing in a sea of black and white.
I'm dressed in bones and blood.
I'm listening to my heart.

Or something.

I'm sitting on this chair.
I'm happily strangling time.
I'm wilting away every moment.
I'm hoping it will just come.

Or something.

Author's Note

Yeah, so lost the first version of this.
This is the second one.

Reviews

[marisa starkilicious]

I like the juxtaposition between the actual lines and "or something". The stanzas are all so poetic and profound, and the lines on the right are dismissing that notion. It's an interesting contradiction. And I like how the poem has hints of darkness and the beauty stil stays.

Great work on this. :)

[Emunah June.]

XD you actually called it "Or Something".

My thrist is quenched by yet another great piece. You are awesome!!