distant

falling through this night
paper thin
i find myself
coming round again
this viscious cycle
polar ups and downs
has torn me to pieces
over what there is to be found
and though i don't know the reason
i certainly have the rhyme
the perfect time in season
to remind myself why
i spend this night alone
i spend this year apart
no matter how much i try
to open up my heart

nothing to see here.
move along.