To Whomever it may concern.

12th January, 2017.

So, fellas, this is the first 'poetry' of the year of our lord 2017. I know I should have posted something heavy, but prior engagements (basically nothing) has been consuming my time. But I wrote a poem so there's that.

"To whomever it may concern,

if this finds its way yo you,

by some unnatural chance,

and takes you back 

to your days of lucid dreams and 

poignant nights of starry carnivals,

and if you see us there in delight,

leave us there. We're just ghosts,

stuck in a blurred memory.

And if this reminds you of today,

when we are nothing more than a familiar face,

don't be upset,

for we still have our promises,

folded between the old books 

of thought and memory".

So there! And since there was nothing on New Year, I hope things are better for you, since 2016 was bullshit!

Have some tea and enjoy the cold. And to those who are denied of their cozy warm beds in such ungodly hours, may the seven watch over you!

Love!