I can not feel
the warmth of the fire,
the calmness of the rain
or the coziness of my sweater-
instead I feel the freezing in a silent room, the panic of a crowned place, and the sharpness of a needle
YOU ARE READING
Is the Bottle Half Full or Empty?
PoetryI've been happier, it's been so long since I've said this that it feels like a dream • • • for a moment I thought I was getting better- I guess it was just wishful thinking • • • theses things really do hit you at midnight • • •
