72. on a carousel of heights


one more year nearly over but this time i won’t attribute it to anyone. no, not to you or X or Y. it wasn’t mine either for it took me on a ride, spinning me around on a carousel of heights. and i can’t see the lows, looking back into all that time through my rose-tinted glasses. i can’t.
lets leave them lurking in the shadows, where past has teeth and broken dreams, like glitter, pave the floor.
i’ll visit them again. i have before.

i’m supersticious.
and i believe.
i believe that one must welcome a year in with the colours of its chinese animal; that one must drink a glass of champagne as the clock stikes midnight; that the way one spends new year’s eve will be the way one spends the year.
my supersticions supersede any norm of rationality, but darling, you said so yourself, i’m the luckiest person you know.

lets believe.
believe that there’s some truth to supersticion after all and drink champagne tonight.
and it’ll be the night when i will set the sky alight, our paper lantern flying up above. i’ve found love.

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10 responses to “72. on a carousel of heights

  1. moondustwriter

    enjoy the celebration of a New Year and Love!!!!

  2. Such a beautiful post!

  3. beautiful tinged with a little sadness! hope 2011 is a wonderful year for you!

  4. deliberate misspelling set against a formal and educated voice–a great technique… RT

  5. love that last stanca especially – that choice to look forward with hope and believe something because you want to… well done

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