new year, new what

first day of 2018

full of promises

i’d desire to be that

i’d want to be this

sometimes, it goes like

‘i’d like to be his’

that one is trickier

second day of 2018

you feel the power

to be something you want to be

to be somewhere you’d ever wanted to travel to

to be more

to be more

to be more

not surprisingly,

on the third day of 2018,

after two days of promises

of hopeful joys

of potential progress

of imminent success

i’m not surprised

it’s a pattern

it’s been like this

that i go back to my

usual self-destructive bullshit again