Tiny Poverty Diary

I've given up being saved 
I don't need to buy anything
I've narrowed my expectations
they fit around my mornings

I enjoy texts you send me
I don't eat organic
I write down every dream
Instead of watching tv

doubts are my companions
now that fears have fled
the beauty I've caught in glances
Is enough for me, I guess

sounds of engines and announcements,
concrete symphonies
your deep silences
sound like melodies to me