Wednesday, January 1, 2014

New year, same old shit

2013 is dead and gone while 2014 seems like a promising infant. Insofar, the ghosts of the former will be instrumental in shaping the latter. Things won't change drastically unless somebody close—if not you yourself—chooses to pass away. Regardless, the sun shall continue to work non-stop but the moon will play truant behind the clouds. Tides will rise and fall; wind move and halt. Hearts shall warm up when mountains melt. Broken news and patchy principles. In the meantime, wrinkles shall silently sneak in. If you're lucky enough, words won't play along with silence. And you'll grow up. 

PS: What if this year does to us what we couldn't to the one that preceded it?


Anonymous said...

THAT, will bring in the real change.In the meantime, let's keep our fingers crossed and hope for the unprecedented!

Anonymous said...

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