The traveler sets out to reach his destination, but the plan he follows no longer feels right. The summer’s joy begins to fade, as he steps in the winter. So, he turns toward the comfort he craves.
What follows is the result of his longing.
Note
This poem was originally written on December 14, 2025 , in my physical journal.
The winter just came by, lying down with cold and headaches. The only warmth I see is you. The only beauty I feel is you. The sadness season arrives, lying down with cold and miseries. The only hope is you God. The only beauty I want to see is you – God.