pages unread
Soaked in ink
lying still
words unfamiliar
not yet discovered.
Experience may hold me hostage
love may take me away.
Tomorrow I’ll find—
pages unread
waiting for me to dream
Substack is the home for great culture
Soaked in ink
lying still
words unfamiliar
not yet discovered.
Experience may hold me hostage
love may take me away.
Tomorrow I’ll find—
pages unread
waiting for me to dream
This has such a hushed, suspended feeling. It lets uncertainty sit there: experience, love, tomorrow. Small words, but they leave a lot of room.
Ain't that always the way ...