Tonight's thoughts

"Cold, dark, and all alone",

Sounds more dramatic than it is.

Cold is the breeze from the a.c. on my left arm,

Dark is my room besides my Christmas lights that I have yet to take down.

Alone is just how it is,

Not how I feel. 

Being the only person in this small room,

Surrounded by random antiques and my art.

Owning everything around me,

But still feeling like a stranger in my own room. 

You're Probably wondering,

"Where is this going?"

Well just like the art on my floor,

Probably nowhere. 

I'm just laying in bed and thought, hey,

"Cold, dark, and all alone" would be a great poem name.

Also, "cold, Christmas lights, and surrounded by crap that will probably never sell" doesn't have a ring to it.