Lack Lustre
New Year. New start. New beginning. The End.
Like a Frisbee, I keep going back to where I came from, where I was. Tomorrow is a special day for me but somehow it has lost all its glitter. A part of me is happy but the overwhelming splurge of aesthetics I usually display, the hyped up me, the natural born exhilaration I usually feel this time of the year is somewhat less grand, less charmed. Like a cake with no layers, fingernails with no colour, a dress with no frills, shoes with no pointed heels.
Instead, I am trying to jazz myself up to celebrate. Giving myself a reason to smile when it should be beyond any reasoning.
Like a Frisbee, I keep going back to where I came from, where I was. Tomorrow is a special day for me but somehow it has lost all its glitter. A part of me is happy but the overwhelming splurge of aesthetics I usually display, the hyped up me, the natural born exhilaration I usually feel this time of the year is somewhat less grand, less charmed. Like a cake with no layers, fingernails with no colour, a dress with no frills, shoes with no pointed heels.
Instead, I am trying to jazz myself up to celebrate. Giving myself a reason to smile when it should be beyond any reasoning.
posted by Perfectly Flawed® at 5:49 pm
1 Comments:
cheer up dude!!! dun b so -ve... merry merry x'mas and a happy goodie new year!!! New Year. New start. New beginning. NEW MEANING.
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