A list of things I don't seem to know about,
Is huge.
The list I don't care about,
is short.
I'm not only too nice,
but too gentle to say I can't not give a crap.
Sometimes,
I wish I could say.
Things I'm not going to mention.
For my heart is too small and caressed by a hand.
A hand invisible to the naked eye.
My heart creaks for such untouchable desire.
My list of things I don't know,
can't be named.
My list of things I don't care about.
I care about everything.
So it's small.