i last wrote in november.
it's january now.
colder, bitter - the weather, the words, the weariness.
i ache in secret with the pain of winter
the pain of goodbyes said too soon
the pain of fitting in a new room.
these soft lonely nights
i sleep most days
there are responsibilities to wake up to
but on nights like these,
i dance on my toes to the magic.
lights dimming, i feel like i'm flying
on my carousel ride and
i no longer belong to this world.
i am but a fool sunbathing in my backyard
dreaming of how love holds me
and tears me apart.
i love writing in january.
oh, these words make my soul stir.
maybe this year, i sit down with the hurt
and let it drift.
this year, maybe i become happy.
Author's note:
Inspired by;
"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."
― Jean Paul
OH MY GOD! I missed writing so bad. T_T How could I forget how much I love writing? WHoaaaaa. This just made me feel so happy. It's 2.45AM. I've not really slept so late in a really long time but it was worth it.
College has started. It's getting very tough to cope up with certain things. Hopefully, I'll write more this year and have beautiful things to share with you guys?
How are you doing? Are you happy? Are you doing the things you LOVE, not just the things you NEED to do?
Take care, okay? Lots of love.
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