Paper

Sitting here I’m here writing on paper ,words 

becayse I feel lost 

words onto a empty place 

onto white on those cotton clouds 

words onto lines that are now all of a sudden fetling they have something 

they are not alone anymore 

a group of words 

colour of evening sky meeting cotton clouds of the day 

meeting doves who feel alone 

the night sky talks to the clouds of the dreaming day 

paper no longer alone when a person decides to be there 

when words are written 

as they should be in this place 

seen noticed and has company from someone 

if only the paper could talk 

speak its feelings 

about being paper 

because maybe it wants to be heard