today i found a hole in the ground
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
today i found a hole in a tree
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
today i found a hold in an apple
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
today i found a hole in my heart
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
holes don’t make us empty
they make us a home
sometimes i wonder
what’s the point of all this
why do i continue to love people
when so often
we end up apart ?
i’m beginning to realize
that i am a collector of impressions
imprinting myself
with the most beautiful treasures
i have found
in the ones i have once loved
i am becoming
a mosaic of moments
a picture of joy and pain
i think that it is quite magnificent
i think that i am quite magnificent