Snowflakes gently fall
Christmas lights illuminate the streets
Families gather insider their homes
And I just keep walking, searching for home

I took the nomad life, long ago
To find my meaning
To find my purpose
But now I'm just lonely
I never found, what I went searching for

Years have passed now
On this sleepy old town
But here I am
Back on the door step
Of the place I once left

This pen and paper
Will never be enough
These thoughts are too much
And my ink has run thin
I can't put into words
What runs through my head
The sentences won't form
It's just a bunch, of jumbled up words
I have so much to say
But I'll never know how to get it out
If one day it comes
Pray I have ink to write it

I only read what I relate too 

I only write what I think or feel
I only talk when spoken too 

I only listen to music that sparks emotion

I try to have meaningful conversations

I overthink poetry

I overthink situations

I am silent, but I think a lot 

I have my own opinions 
and dreams

I care too much 

sometimes I’m too emotional 
sometimes I’m too emotionless

I’ll cry all at once 
or
never at all
I’m sometimes funny 

sometimes too sarcastic and rude

I’m black, white and grey

But this is who I am 

I am only me.