I write a lot, and feel a little 

Better than before

I try to figure out what kind of verse I wish to write, One where I talk more in each line, and define my feelings like stars against a colder sky of my darker mind

Or one where

The lines mean

Little pieces

Of a bigger 

Picture, this

But commas don't mean

As much, as I like them to be powerful. 

Read me like you would read a cereal box

Half bored, and half intrigued

Maybe one day I will have a little crossword puzzle

For you

Solve me, and I would like to know what you found

Because I cannot read myself. I cannot 

See you!