UNTITLED

It's nice to be able to write again. I haven't done this for so long and I really know that there's something in me everytime I do this. Right now I don't know what is it but I'm sure, in time, I'll figure it out.

I'm here again
Writing with this pen
Though it's not my intention
To assess this emotion.

God knows that when I write
It's either black or white
Maybe rainy or sunny
Stable or tipsy.

Yes there are reasons
For my emotions or decisions
Something's saying something
The question is, "What's the meaning?"

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