December greets me, once again. Time flies, that what they said.
Another year is about to pass by. Leaving a trail of memories behind. So breathless whenever, wherever I see you, so wordless I became each time your simplicity haunts me. An almost lover? Nah, we were never that close. Sigh.
December meets me, again. It’s time to ponder upon what I’ve done, throughout the days, throughout the year. It’s time to forget anything, everything but you. I can't pretend. You painted Love all over me. Yes, you.
Another year is about to emerge from its deepest sleep. The sound and sight of a new day and year frightens me. Getting old, but am I a wise man now? Or am I in no wise at all? Ah, me.
Another year is leaving. And as it goes by, I promised myself to tuck my God, family and friends deeper into me. This coming year, let it be no more chasing, no more fighting, no more shitty feelings. No. Nothing. . And I’m all psyched up for another year, another journey, and another different story.
It’s December, once again. The long walk throughout the year is quite tiring. Now, I put everything on hold and just do nothing, but thinking. Because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing.
p/s: I'm tired of shovelling tasty food here, in my home. Guilty.
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