winter blues

[kirakira]

The sun sets low and early. Darkness:
I feel like my strings have been cut.
Nothing seems important without light.
I feel lonely even when surrounded
by loving humans and smiling dogs.

(everything dims to gloom
windows like empty eyes
i don't want to talk don't want to
go anywhere do anything and i
can't seem to get warm)

I love glazed summer nights
faery twilight shimmering in autumn
the clear starry midnight of spring.
But winter's night begins on the drive home
and the moon never seems to show her face.