These are our if then whats.

Some days they are all I have to give the world.
Some days they are all that gets the day past us.
Some days they make me smile.
Some days they make my eyes turn colors stained by tears.

Tonight, I sit here and think of if then whats.

They aren't real.
But they are.
They are mists. Ether.

You can press them between pages.
Read them in pixels.
Come back to this page again and again as the day goes on.
I know you will.

Tonight, all I have is if then whats.

Little stories, not even finished sometimes
My fingers know when they are done.

Photo - S
Words - S