• waterman_junior 9w

    To witness sunrise
    and sundown
    and all that goes in the interim
    was first of its kind.

    To forget how to love, and
    become a rambling stoic
    was a first of its kind.

    To drown in pursuits
    amid inundating chaos
    was also a first of its kind.

    To have latched onto
    a calming grasp;
    a steady warmth
    and the spread of colors again,
    To know somehow
    that it's gonna come around fine
    is also first of its kind.


    ©waterman_junior