I like quiet evenings and windchimes for the way they click together like spoons,
I do not like over sweet things but I’d eat a chocolate if you offer it,
I like the smell of winter after the morning fogs settle, I like creating scenarios in my head of things that will probably never happen.
I use to present myself as a bandage but these days I’m the knife,
I’m full of holes and the only thing leaking out of me is bad poems and over ambiguous ...