Christmas 2024 is here and shortly shall be gone, and here I am still, and I am celebrating and I am jolly, and inside I am slightly empty, and slightly hollow, and I feel that memory of the potential and joy from being a kid, where it was all about the 25th and the weeks leading up, with TV shows and adverts and music and all those bright flashing moments burned into my folds and they pop up back and forth and I think ‘Where did it go?’
And the hours tick down to when the 26th is the current and the 25th has flowed like so much water before and the run up starts again and I am awaiting again, for that feeling, for those electrifying hopes, to come back into my toes to keep me moving along, and I know this cannot happen and despite this, even because of this, I keep on awaiting.
And time is ever onward and I am going with it and as I flow with the stream of time my memories will fade and the knowledge will soften and I will have my loved ones with me, they will create those feelings instead, and I will create that feeling for them and it will be the same, as it ever was.