a starseer’s blog
a safe place for my creative self-expression.
not all are meant to hear me
And it’s a poem you’ll never hear, because you can’t hear it with your ears. It is in the way my eyes wander into yours and notice the way that you speak, and the emotions you express. It’s in your little nuances that I learn the beauty of who you are, every sound of word, every body movement, even in the moments where it seems like nothing is happening.
forget-me-nots
And sometimes all I want to do is plant a seed where you stay. To know that you don’t see me as a dead flower. I want you nearby to watch me grow, through each season, even if you have no water to give me. I desperately don’t want you to forget my colors.