I wrote a sentence today.
It’s the first thing I’ve written in months,
The only thing I want to write for the forseable future.
Ofcourse I wrote a sentence, it’s literally the first sentence of this poem.
So matter of fact, yet so plain.
Like the first sentence from out conversations
Off point but, I’m…reminiscing again.
Often a string of non cohesive words spewing through alcohol soaked lips.
But those are the sentences I remember,
The ones buried in the deep crevices of my heart.
A broken mental record, yet a reason to smile.
I will try my best to hold on to this one sentence,
Until it becomes a lyrical piece in its own glory.