not an ordinary poetry post.

recently, ive been feel quite disconnected, empty, and distracted. so i cant write a poem, like i mentally cant finish one. i start one, and then i get blocked. so these are the starts ive written that i might turn into something later perhaps.

1.
early winter day,
cool, but sunny.
wind slowly ruffling,
the leaves and branches.

2.
soft rain drops,
falling on my cheeks,
and in my hair,
making me the same,
just another piece of nature.

3.
sometimes,
i like ripping out grass.
destroying something simple,
makes me feel better.

4.
we destroy the limited freedom we get to the best of our abilities.