words?

It's more than difficult.
more than choking
more than pretenses and sleepless nights
more than the length of a month and a days few
more than those stones we threw at each other
more than the 'I' s and the 'my' s of the world
not more than that place of salt and broccoli
but more than anything i ever knew

W

dark room
people new
'self' is the thumb rule
conversations be few
rhythm awaits the musician
as the cook heats up the stew

the wandering meet the roving
expectations die as time flies
the red changes into yellow
and then into blue


the unbecoming keep coming
and here i wait for a 'U'

Keep doubling it up.