looking back, this year felt like i lived multiple lifetimes. It’s december now,
— i feel cold; i realised i forgot how i was as a kid, i feel more closer to ‘what has been’ than ‘what could be’. i thought more about god than i would have preferred and i kept mistaking euphoria for contentment. I also learnt that real grief starts when you thought that you were done with it, figured out the exact measurements for a perfect black coffee and accepted that i like people more than i admit. it’s december now and the only thing in my mind is that i hope everyone is keeping warm.
