It was a hard year.

For a year, every night I sat by the window, just watching the world while listening to the wind and the trains coming past. Sometimes I would write a few poems, full of every thought that came to me. I was full of darkness, and I needed a way out. This was it. But it still felt like something was hidden inside of me, so I thought, why not share it with the world, even if no one sees or understands it.