I usually fall in love with the holidays .

The way the aroma of pine cones

Fill my every being.

The taste of peppermint

In warm hot chocolate

On a rainy night.

Sitting next to a fire 

With cookies and milk.

 

But lately

I've become so prone to numbness around the holidays.

And I've just gotten used to shutting people out,

And locking myself away in my room 

 

It's not that I have nothing to be thankful or joyous about,

It's just that

Those very moments 

Don't seem to fill my mind these days.

 

-m.c.-