Attached

These days
I'm starting to notice
these threads following me
strings that connect
me to all the things
I could swear I didn't need
or ever want.
Yet every time I turn around
they are there
and I walk their line
back to what they're tied.
I never thought I'd become
so caught
in worry
so tied
to distress
so connected
to strife.
Honestly I never thought
I could ever be so
attached.

Night (Yet another poem about it)

I find solace
in cool winter nights
the dark unlimited sky
the stark air
seeping through the window
that brings with it goosebumps
and shivers down your spine.
Everything seems to have stopped
in the world around you
but for the rising of your chest
warm in your sweater
comfortable in your nook.
Night brings with it a promise
today is done,
and any mistakes of yesterday
can be washed away
with a fresh coat of snow.