Nov 15, 2020
1 min read
Fine
Poetry
Fine is not an answer,
Nor means your doing well,
It’s casual acceptance,
It’s conceptually hell.
It’s the word you say,
Instead of how you feel,
The blanket on your memory
So it never will seem too real.
Creating and sharing emotions — Spark plugs to ignite your virtual humanity. Everyone deserves to be heard.
