A blank canvass,
All good, of course.
Somehow that one minute
We now start anew
Leave the past behind.
Except that one minute
Doesn’t always erase
A year or fix the places
Where we are broken.
Sometimes not even a lifetime
Can do that.
And that, my friends, is my cynical poem for the start of 2012. I want things to be different this year. I want things to be better this year. 2011 was, at best, a horribly shitty year across the board. 2012 can only get better. Right? If I believe it is must be true!
If only I could believe in that power of positive thinking stuff.
Nonetheless, despite my cynacism, I do have some wishes and hopes for 2012. And I’ll even admit to some of them here, recording them for posterity. Releasing them into the world with the vain hope that there is power in writing something down.
I want to move past the ever-present ache of heartbreak.
I want to stop missing people who don’t miss me.
I want to be grateful for the wonderful people in my life.
I want to not be tired.
I want to read more.
I want to be more engaged in the actual world, and not the one in my head.
I want my apartment to be neat and clean.
I want to have a relationship.
I want to be someone’s first thought.
I want to stop feeling/acting like Season 4 Sam.
I want to fall in love again.
I want someone to fall in love with me.
I want to be content.