some days I prefer my own loneliness and a quiet December evening
some nights it’s the quiet words which walk by my side
some days I am not myself but the words which I write
some nights my mind becomes the sky
some days my poems fail to rhyme
some nights I hold the words tight
some days this is the poem you will find
some nights I love to hide behind the clouds.
note — not a poem just my state of mind and the words trapped somewhere, December is always special for me, will be writing my way out to reach somewhere.