It's that sort of day when you sit alone and cold
Just thinking about everything and nothing at all.
It's that sort of day when you zone out
Because it's better to hear the emptiness in your brain than the crowd outside.
It's a day when you exclude everyone
So you can appreciate being with them.
When there's nothing you want more
Than to sit and drink coffee at an outdoor cafe.
It's a day for you to be you, with no one else around
Because these days are reserved for you to revel in
The nothingness
The completeness
The fractured whole
The minuteness
The magnitude
That is your heart and soul.