Salt And Ink

New Year's

New.

Quite the opposite of

What I feel now.

The sky's ablaze with multicolored lights

Not unlike the mayhemous mess in my mind

I smell a whiff heavenly, from the nearby bakery

The street urchins munching onto gifts of the kind;

It's celebration all around

Wafting through the city, the state, the town-

I guess I missed it.

Believe me,

These celebrations,

These frequent bursts of feverish pleasure-

Have not been the only thing I've missed.

No; there've been jokes my friends crack all day-

Jokes that demand not to laugh with;

But at.

The snide giggles, thanks to my huge backpack,

The references to tv serials I don't give a shit about-

(Seriously, Grey's anatomy?

Yeah man....as if Fifty Shades didn't fuck the life of every living Grey on the planet already.)

Yeah, I missed them.

I missed them all.

And now, only when I turn my neck toward

The obscure windows of the past

Do I realise what they meant.

I'm starting to think I'm an outsider

To this world of pomp and pleasure-

None of it's mine to devour.

Believe me, God's been kind,

Made me meet up

With some good books,

Awesome burgers-

And amazing people.

People that actually cared.

People that judged- at least- with the heart.

People that,

For the first time since I stepped