The world is changing quickly now, much faster than before. It asks a lot of humankind, and then it asks some more. BLM and Covid, more dis-ease and doubt. We’re under so much pressure, all anxious and burnt out. A weight has just been lifted, feeling lighter than before. A time to rest, a time to heal, that’s what this time’s for. The struggle of the old year and the promise of the New. I’ll look back and think ’21, that’s the year I grew.
on january 1st midnight sharp i thought i heard the voice of new year's harp fireworks banging champagne bottles clanking a new story, a new life, a new chapter to begin a new year, a new me is ready to come in or so we all thought...
it came out of nowhere it started in the east all cities were flooded with peace the west still living in utopia not afraid of the soon to come phobia fast forward to march - the last big gathering all forced to stay home and work online the green spiky ball slathering the numbers are climbing, what do we do? wear a mask, keep 1.5 meters distance, don't meet people otherwise you'll get the new flu wait, stop, don't drink bleach! don't trust that blonde, orange-skinned peach! listen to your doctor and nurses at the front like a war without guns or tanks
12 new chapters, 365 new chances From the previous year, I learn a thing Every chances you give means you're giving yourself an opportunity to be hurt and to be happy Is not that you're not choosing happy for yourself but the probability is there
Happy new year peps!! Keep writing, keep reading and spread the good vibes. Be more wise then ever. 2021, we got this!