silence of the possibilities

none of the recent new years (the one on 1st and the one which started today)

didn't actually make me glide into it

it was more like
punch
slap
kick
                    hold on

brace yourself

slap

kick

punch

here, have a  few episodes of late night cathartic sobbing 

for times past and the fear of the times to come

brace yourself

and dance with someone who understands why one of your names is aku
and dance away

pretend you are interested
and that all of it is interesting
and make sure your seat belt is fastened
for we are taking off.

the new years took off

in a storm

the wheels creeked

and the wings almost broke

but now i see the sky

from the above.

bracing myself

talking unsayable

reaching the space

between the chaos narratives

and redemption ones.

wishing all the best

being ready to brace again

if needed.