Writing a poem is good
The boredom and the insecurity, it helps to forget
There is a dopamine release after we go ahead
With the peace of silence
And the matter of movement
One can tear the paper
It is not the sign of anger
More of a meeting of the bubble with another
They are swimming on the surface of the sea
Even the color of the sea is green
Like your poem is shitty gin
You drink, suck it up and get drunk
It is what you gain
From the life of poetry
