I don't wanna be afraid
To lie in the pillows of my own despair
I don't wanna fret
On the meaning of solitude
Picking at skin tags on my neck.

The cold picks up and drifts
Nail guns humming loudly
Below the bottom of the stairs
Repairing the house I temporarily sleep in
Starting to sort of miss
That Chitown city life
I've worked night and day
To cultivate.

I'm not sure
None of us are quite sure
What is gonna end up happening
Everything is a pink or a red
Your silence swirls around me
As I reached out more than once
And led myself down a road
Where I had new experiences
And yet my mind still wanders to you.

There is a lightness, a brevity
That feels like its been missing a little bit
It picked back up
When I wandered around the humid and warm
New York City
Lights.

The sun is out
But I am not today.

My eyes and my face feel tired
I think I'll wear my pjs
And not allow myself to feel controlled by this day
The day of cupid and hearts
But simply rest well
Take care
And let it be.