this is not poetic
i sit and hear the tapping keys
i'd rather hear the scratch of graphite
i am filling myself
and releasing at the same moment
it is dark out but it is day
not the smokey type of dark
or hazy
its crisp and grey
my veins turn to ice within moments
and i know they shouldn't
and wind
i can see it all
i'm tired
mentally
i cant be alone anymore
and yet, i want to be