Goodnight,
Void.
Simple gratitudes.
Plans to bake blueberry muffins,
Or cranberry bread.
Silence,
But for my own mad rambling,
Juggling a dozen thoughts at once.
Scaring my peers –
By singing along to music down the slopes,
Or humming new tunes ad hoc,
All while planning futures.
Not mine.
Theirs.
Goodnight, Void #9
