Negativity is a point of view.
You see me, as you want to.
You read my words, as it pleases you.
But if that’s what you read from my lips,
what you hear my voice whisper in your head,
then you have never understood me.
Not the slightest bit.
Negativity might not be the opposite of positivity.
Nostalgia is what you taught me.
Pause when you take this as an insult,
find the silent dreams, which lie between every line,
find the dearest pleas, which swing with every full stop,
and find hope
with every letter that stands black on white.
Now go find out what you can discover from
what you just harvested with your eyes.
Use your mind
but only kindly.