greetings December’s gentle light.
November taught me once again
how kindness can grow heavy —
how some will use you,
speak sharply at the very hand
that tries to help.
So I stepped away,
and in that quiet distance
I found something softer:
my own peace,
my own happiness.
greetings December’s gentle light.
November taught me once again
how kindness can grow heavy —
how some will use you,
speak sharply at the very hand
that tries to help.
So I stepped away,
and in that quiet distance
I found something softer:
my own peace,
my own happiness.
We don’t drink for taste or thrill,
Not for crowds, not for the chill.
We drink to numb a brutal day—
Work that drains, yet doesn’t pay.
Dreams we chase but never meet,
Pressure crushing, quiet, deep.
So we lift a glass to ease the weight,
Then rise again to face our fate.
-Thirsty-
We don’t drink for taste or thrill,
Not for crowds, not for the chill.
We drink to numb a brutal day—
Work that drains, yet doesn’t pay.
Dreams we chase but never meet,
Pressure crushing, quiet, deep.
So we lift a glass to ease the weight,
Then rise again to face our fate.
-Thirsty-