Just a view on things I see happen all the time. Following the concept of "You don't know what you have until it's gone"
As I Have Always Been.
Cold, But with A Purpose
Like A Partially Drawn, Abstract, Scribble
Surrounded By A Page With Words Gone Wrong.
At First, I Wanted To Erase, Start This Drawing Over
But With Realization. I Remembered.
This Is Your Work Of Art, You Crafted This Picture
The Surrounding Words, When Examined, Show A Needed Purpose.
Perhaps It Was They That Appeared, Tried To Help As You Cast Them Down
Maybe They Belonged To Your Heart, But Your Mind Thought Differently.
Soon This Page Will Be Full.
With No Conclusion In Sight, Will You Be Able To Tear Off.
To Start Again On A New Sheet.
Your Notebook Is Only So Big
We All Tend To Look Through Our Old Pages.
Remembering What We Created In Time.
When You See That Page, Will You Still Ignore The Words?
Will You Still Think They Mean Nothing?
Or will You Understand.
That You Could Have Added Something So Simple To The Image In The Center To Make It a Masterpiece
Just One Thing.