I miss those December days when I could sink into my bed

All warm and cozy.

Nowhere else for my mind and myself to wander

But in myself or just in all the mist outside.

And I’d feel every drop or rush of blood,

With the outside cold and mist,

And sometimes it rained hard,

And I could easily find the symphony

In the blood rain

And water droplets outside.

Every bloody wave came with a newly intense emotion,

Emotion that I did not want to do away with.

Because come on! Those were my December days,

With the cold winter outside and this warm blood inside.

So with every new wave,

I’d pamper myself with all the love

I had for myself.

I felt this rush inside and outside…

How could I not

But just have care for myself.

Eeeeeeh! Bliss are the days of period, total bliss.

Only if it were December days again,

I’d sink into my bed

And sleep like a babe again.