oh my friend you haven't changed.
you're looking rough and living strange.

it all comes back to me now. and i recall again.
not those are daring, who come when you call.
but those, who do when you ask them not to.
who do look back at you to check if you are holding.
those would definitely hold your gates when it is time.

this was a good year, filled with the different scents.
pomegranate candles, lavender bath essence, orange
ginger tea and my favorite cranberry addiction from Dior.

i earned this year so much money, i could not count.
i spent much as twice. bought almost all my favorites.

have been stuck behind a truck of long boring relationships.
fall in love after a thousand years all over my head and lines.
broke the distance, waged a war and filled my heart with revenge.
have become more cruel, easy to wreck alongside the one breath.
accepted how to be calm again and dwell, merge into someone.
let myself blend with him. completely.

rotting to the core, flaming out from one side to another.
tasting mind, tasting sex, tasting all the games to clear.

but it is Christmas Eve.
and today i am full with joy and happiness. it is warm.

tender the Night.