we have nothing left but pages
those which are endless-
latching onto infinity
they go and go and go.
to spell out the savory words
the ones we keep in our mouths
they form out of necessity
out of a need to recount.
its constant
always helpful
sometimes messy and painful
but its the joyous words we aim to trace
the ones which render pleasantries
that leave sweet sounds in our ears
and kind thoughts to spare for later.
Cheers, NYX.