shivering
hugging myself
as i blow clouds
from the cold outside
the stars made more sense
than the things it hovers
the night sky held more meaning
than a one in a billion soul
staring upwards with realization
that the inside was even colder
compared to the fogs on the street
the stars were easier to explain
than the empty sky from within –
all cloudy and dark
for the stars here didn’t make sense
and the night held no meaning
from the cold outside
i blow clouds
hugging myself,
shivering.
