Christmas makes me lonely. Just how far and long can I get happy then waste it the rest of the year? It is futile to be happy. Loneliness is just fine.
Christmas is but a story about memory. Sometimes it slips, sometimes it is gone. I am not fond of remembering. The heart has soured until it doesn’t matter anymore. Not even those happy ones.
Christmas comes, Christmas go, just like playful winds that never want to stay. I have no way to make it linger. It’s useless for it to stay.
I have favorite Christmas memories. But I don’t like to remember them this year. They make me lonely. They make me feel old.
Loneliness is just fine.
20 something, quarter-life crisis, loss of love, name it, nothing's weird.
