by RiverMaya
It's better to have written and crumpled,
than never have expressed yourself...
than never have squeezed that heart...
than never have set down the pen on paper...
than never have unfolded that last thought again...
than never have thought about rushing trough that heap of paper balls like kids through the colorful autumn leaves fallen like brave words on innocent sheets of paper thrown by a heroic hand.
thanks never have meant more, thanks for not crumpling, for not swallowing down the emotion of pusillanimity about passing on words, for letting us read - and not finding it comical, but moving.