On nothing in particular.

It's never asked all too seriously.

Just a question, passing by.

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What do you do for fun?

I say I like to write.

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What do you write about?

Well..

Nothing much, I guess.

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Nothing like the space between

two hands that yearn to meet,

or the breath of silent calm

when life becomes too steep.

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Nothing like a quiet thought

that turns out to be true,

or loving someone long enough

to watch them turn anew.

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Nothing like the way a page

can guide a lost mind free,

or when a hidden feeling

takes the shape its meant to be.

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Nothing like a dawn unbound

by a solemn thread of light,

or when your senses stay alive

to walk you through the night

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Nothing like a single call

that mends a fractured heart,

or pressing petals flat in time

so beauty can’t depart.

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Nothing like the gentle steam

from your favourite cup of tea,

or the silent truth of knowing

how much writing means to me.

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Nothing like the things I feel

but never could confess,

nothing like,

well..

Nothing much, I guess.