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.