even those we admire
were once strangers to the eye
even the most magnificent lovers
lived before without each other
and somehow still survived
sat still, breathing quickly all day
i could try to speak
but i am not sure i have much to say
the rug is soft beneath my feet
reminds me of last summer
and the overwhelming heat
there are countless things that make winter my favorite season
but right now the cold has cracked my hands
so i can’t seem to remember the reasons
across the room the wooden chair is loudly creaking
yet i kind of enjoy the sound
it’s as if someone is speaking
lucky for me there’s still a little bit of light left outside
i never like it when it’s dark
it makes me feel less alive
i envision the colors of my dreams
i look away from the shadows on the stairs
everyone’s got their demons
who would like to share?
