The smell of Christmas

Trapped inside a candle

It’s flame burning bright

The only light I need

Wide awake with too many thoughts

A constant marathon in my mind

A race that never ends

Modest Mouse playing softly in the background

But who am I to call them “soft?”

This flickering orange glow

Is the only light tonight

But where is the moon?

Hiding? I wish I could hide some nights, too.

Me and the moon- we’re a lot alike

It’s not our fault we’re stuck up all night

I wish I could write about the cold weather outside,

But it isn’t even cold.