i feel that i'm slowly drifting away,
as the wind blows

slowly,
bit by bit,
i'm losing myself

i can't seem to find any glue
to put myself together,
so i let things be

while hoping,
that these pieces of myself
find themselves a home
in someone else's life

❖

Fragments,

a revamp of my old poetry book

I felt a bit embarrassed with what I've written before and it took a lot to put it away because I enjoyed sharing it with others, despite I was lacking in writing poetry.

I guess now I felt better about my writing and the progress I've made.

This is a farfetched of a wish but I hope that parts of me, written down in this form, could be a part of someone, even if it's for a second.

This is a gift to those who made me smile.

And to myself, for continuing on this path, despite being tired.