Another Year ... here it comes!

There lies the wily horizon,
promising roses, glitter, and laughter.
And you look at it with glistening eyes,
hoping for your share in it.
March forth brothers and sisters
into the grip of its sly, sly allure
and I will too — with head low and steps heavy.

solace in excess

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man: Samuel Johnson

Feelings

One of the saddest thing in life is not knowing what you want. Not being able to pin down your feelings and be sure of them.
Fickle, fickle is the word for it.

Me

I'm me, amigo,
With this skin and under
I'm me, with the stutter and a pale face
I'm me, with the jangled nerves and an irresolute "yes"
I'm me, with a wrecked mind and a sick heart
I'm all of it —
A little bit of the impassive sky
A little bit of the dirt on the road
A little bit of the diseased dog on the footpath
— I'm the song on a dying lips.

The beginning of you

Everything begins from a void. Empty. Concave. Silent. Hollow. Unvoiced. Then begins the phase of half acknowledgment and half repression. Denials that come as easy as pain and force their way through, jolting the mind from its sedation. You were nothing. No shape, no voice, no smile — you didn't exist. And now you're there, in involuntary thoughts and bits of memories that surface from time to time.

I understand less.