Stay Lit at Perspective

  December put a pat on my back. A long quiet hug, And a warm rug. So, I laid down the year's stress. Hold the button- And press, Refresh.  December rubbed its palm on my back Telling me how proud it is- I've turned bigger stones Without turning my back. So, I laid down my head And a story, Everyone has heard, Everyone has said, Hold the button- And press, Refresh.  But do quiet winters too, Smoke beginnings new?  December sat by my side. No conversations, only silence. It knows everything And I've nothing to hide It knows what had happened It knows how I had felt: Kicked below the belt. So, December put a pat on my back.  A warm cup of coffee For the mile in front of me. Asking me,  "Are you not enough smart? Hold the button..." And I pressed, Restart. 

 People have unnecessarily glorified solitude without knowing how scary it is.  I mean standing up for them is beautiful. Standing up for someone, with them, by their side is peaceful.  Yes, you want to be alone. You don't want an accountability partner. You want no one to know you. And yet, them saying "I am here for you" is bigger than any promise ever made. It is more special than any vow anyone swoon before.  It is like SRK singing,  "...Chaahe jo tumhe, pure dil se Milta hai woh mushkil se, Aisa jo koi kahin hai, Bas wohi sab se haseen hai..." Yes, you are broken.  Having less to speak with is all that you wish for. But, know who to leave behind and whom not to. Not every soul deserves to suffer through you collateral damage.