It’s almost Christmas, again.
It feels like we were just celebrating last Christmas. I stayed up late to add some ceiling decorations, I hurt my neck from looking up for so long. Or was that two years ago..? Wait, wow. That was two years ago.
Well Christmas is right around the corner, I barely have anyone’s gifts. I don’t know but it feels like it should still be summer.
It went too fast, this year is too fast. Who knows, maybe next year will be even faster.
It’s just strange.. time is strange.
I looked at a picture of two of my bestfriends from last November. But if there was no date on the photo I would have believed it was from this year. Maybe they just look the same, not ageing. Silly kids staying up too late. I try to get them to sleep by messing with them that they won’t grow if they don’t get enough sleep. But they’re still growing, and still lacking sleep.
Some of my younger friends don’t even notice that things are going weirdly fast. Maybe it’s the age because I remember not noticing it either. Waiting for time to pass. Wanting it to pass…
Last year I laid under a street light in the snow. Watching the new snow flakes fall. I remember that as one of the things making me happy.
It was comforting. And so quiet.
I wonder if it’ll feel the same this year, still comforting.
I wonder if I’ll ever get out of this loop of doing nothing before the snow goes away.
I wonder if I will actually be able to test the comforting levels of the snow this year.
There’s always next year, right?
What if the “always” in that sentence wasn’t “always” anymore?
If it was no longer a promise of time. Of next year.
But just “there might be next year”. Because there is no promising tomorrow.. or the next anything.
I think I’m going to do that dumb thing on New Year’s Eve. “See you next year”.
Because maybe I will. No I will. It’s not funny but it’s funny making fun of people that say that. Maybe my friends will laugh at it.
Or annoy them. I’m happy with either.
It’ll be gone in no time anyways.
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