its this time of the year.. its ending, its finally ending the year is over the memories are completely left behind the people i lost are all left behind and its also that time of the year the month that we meet in it's December 21 the tattoos title i have always wanted to do the day i though a miracle happened the day i used to admire a lot to the point i celebrate it every year with my self.. before i do it with you this is the first december 21 i spent without the smell of ur black jacket without the deep voice of urs that i always admired without staring at the loveable face features of urs it was indeed, loveable life is definitely odd i can say ironically odd i can definitely say it breakes you it shapes you i changed as a person that even the pen i always used to write in noticed im not the human being i used to be i shed tears sometimes on the person i have became are they happy tears? or the other way around? nobody knows.. not even the pen that used to know exactly what i felt in every moment and situation in my life felt me in this case is this is a part of growing up? is it the end yet? nobody knows.. but the only thing my pen noticed is one thing that i started to understand music to the point i stopped writing to the point i started craving specific mixtapes is it the goosebumps i get when i listen to it or is it the beat that it has a lot of meaning nobody knows.. and as soon as i do ill let my pen know -nmkisca