Sometimes,
Sometimes, on warm winter nights
Or cool summer ones with breeze
I find myself longing to be alone outside
In the dark
Where no-none can see me nor judge and I,
I don't need to talk or ramble or care what others think.
Sometimes, on nights like these, I let me free
I don't even think
On nights like this, I let the warm chill envelop me
In its welcoming embrace
And I am never more comfortable
Than on nights like these
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Whispers to the wind
RandomA collection of stuff I don't wanna share, because they're mine, but I wanna let go off. Things I would want to tell the wind to take away and scatter, relieving me of them, without destroying their fragile existence. Because these are my thoughts...
