abrupt and business
              this winters day
perhaps it's apt
              that i keep   what i have to say
cold and short ?

Celcius slips; 𝘴𝘶𝘣-𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘥
by the world's growing cold.
Soon, snow surrounds me,
buries me;

𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

SʜᶦᵛᴱriᴺG, as a spotlight sun
seldom shares me its shine.
Trapped within trappings
far too ragged and thin;

𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹.

Finding only frigid faces
hidden behind frozen masks.
Unconcealed, without costume,
cursing their ｃｌａｙ－ｃａｓｔ cadence;
I turn my back to their turned backs.

Fearing their foreign words
might blind me;

𝗠𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝗺𝗲.

So I grow where nothing’s sown
a proximity without 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘺

My frozen fingers
failed to feel my heart finally numb.
In its place, an empty space.
Looking for leftover love
                          
...𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.

snow was falling from up the heavens
her tongue filled with snowflakes
leaving a chilly surprise in her mouth
unlike the her peers who adore this season
she despised it with all her heart
but when her peers asked “why didn’t you just stay home then?”
she couldn’t give a answer
one day she was walking in the snow
every step she made she started to whine
complaining about how the snow was pulling her down to the deeps of the earth
the cold breeze didn’t help either
slapping her face back and forth with chills
but the last thing she want to do was go back to where she escaped from
so she took a liter from her jacket
and lit a cigarette to her mouth
the smoke release from her lips gently
silencing the breeze for only a moment
she continued on her walk
when she reaches her destination
streetlights were shining like ornaments hanging on a Christmas tree
for a second she admired them
until she heard a honk sound
she enters into her taxi
then look at window with tired eyes
“So where are you going to ma’am?”
the taxi driver asked
“Somewhere warm, or maybe somewhere far away, just a place that isn’t home”
she replied with an empty smile

Streets shrouded in mist
Lamps of a yellow hue
Awe contemplation

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i hate winter
and the cold weather always seems to get to me
i would love to migrate somewhere warmer
somewhere my seasonal depression would never eat at me

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i always flee from things
and leave things that are good for me
i would love to be able to run away from my problems
run away from people that love me and never look back

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i long for family
and raising kids
i would love to make a family that is better than the one i grew up in
to make a home full of love

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i wish i was a part of a flock
and have people to count on
i would love to have a group that always gets along
always there for each other

i wish i was bird