I started my year by reading all these sappy whimsical trendy novels. With mushy half eaten phrases, badly cut and paste plots and always that excessive use of dramatic flair.
They felt like
Our story.
Me and you.
Unbearable to read.
But lo and behold,
Bestsellers anyway.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Not excited
2017 isnt as exciting as it comes out to be.
I am accused of being a negative ranter.
But at the very least, I am a realist.
I know
I had you last year
Struggle to keep you today
And wih every passing day
Is just me getting closer to "losing" you.
Its inevitable.
We meet. Experience. Enjoy.
To leave each other anyway.
By choice or by fate.
Always part ways. In the end.
So, as I said. I am not excited.
Not really.
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