Just a badly disfigured cosmical dust floating into a badly scarred atmospherical turn. I’d be lying if I were to start off nice and sweet, which isn’t true either.
That ride I just got off was phenomenal, and a bit weird considering that I got in alone and came out with a bunch of forced friendship invitations and romantic death threats, which goes into the trash can anyway.
Meanwhile, it’s a dead year for those who’ve grown older but none the wiser, a roast better served with new friends and foe that tolerated out of kindness, and maybe regretted not choosing another prettier alternative.
Honestly, there’s a million things that stood out, but it’s almost laughable that half of those things couldn’t be done without a second pair of hands. A second set of eyes, brain and soul.
To me, this year will be a mockery to the half a million things left dormant for the rest of eternity.
To be frank, it’s not really worth the price of two, but try conquering it alone, and you’ll end up doubled the suffering. Either way, it’s a test on whether to give in or take things head on, which isn’t more of a choice than an obligation to admit that you are always, and never enough.
Happy 2022.