I cling on to words

I have nothing to say
to the world
It is all said.
But I cling on to words
They are like old familiar friends
The very breath of life
It is as if I would die
if I did not speak or write.
So I continue
to cling on to words
and say my Nothing
to the world.

And I begin

And I begin
in the middle of my life
in the middle of a day
old enough to know
that beginnings
dont always begin
fresh
early
bright
or with destinations.
I just begin...