new years

makes you want to vomit.

though
people's hopes and dreams
their secrets
colored papers and glitz
they all fall down upon millions of heads
filling people up
blinding people's eyes to things unseen

ways the stars line up
creating different shapes
too big and too different
and maybe pointing you in the right direction

you bring so many things upon yourself
you know.
you don't care
and you let yourself feel these things
flipping thrice throughout the last hour.
7 and 16 and 28.
and you stop.
you stop.

and, hey, maybe they were right...



"Please let me survive!", as they were locked up inside.