Cold.
Quiet.
Still.
Hollow.
Apathy.
The year started with a Wishing Jar and ends in a detached closure. Perhaps I should be more excited to finish Diploma and start a new chapter...
Cold.
Snow.
White.
Silent.
Winter.
It doesn't snow here....
I miss that.
The only unchanging thing is the quiet night sky...
Cold.
Singular.
Silent.
December.
Time.
2018 is coming to an end.
This year... I wonder where I'll be watching the crossing of the new year from?
A/N: Wishing everyone journey mercies as you travel to celebrate the holidays with loved ones and a Merry Christmas.
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Poems of the Atmos
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. If I don't mention that I made or own the photo, know that it isn't mine. I used Canva, Google, or Wattpad Covers to make my book covers/pictures additions. Thank you for...
