“Literally or Literarily?”

A smile from my broken heart is the best I can do.

This writing wears a wool black beanie on a cold gray day.

I wonder whether I should write words when there is so much suffering in the world.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and walk on water.

It is raining.

I make my luck by splashing in puddles.

My feet are wet, and I am afraid. These words cover cowardice.

All crimes are committed inside of my heart, so I smile for you.