branches barely touching
sun rays swimming through the leaves
skin eager to drink them
there is not enough time
our footsteps echo in search for something more
sometime, somewhere, someone
might make more sense out of these words
for I fail to see them completely
and even if I grew a new pair of eyes
it wouldn't be enough
every person is caught in his world
scratching the walls of the only mind he has
sometimes I envy the pictures
they may have captured
the stories they may have written
the truth of their existing reality
the pain of breathing in a mortal suit
- so preoccupied with self-worth
our communication defying the laws of time
- imagination runs through it
I may have forgotten a bit, how it is to be a child at Christmas time, the magic it may have. And since I have no kids of my own, it's....not that special anymore. It'd be different with a child. Maybe next year, or the year after...
"But still childhood sees what childhood will
But nothing ever stays the same
I fear the night, I fear the dark
I need this light, that distant sparkI know that somewhere, someone's looking to deceive and
Somewhere young men die and children bleed and
Somewhere some have too much while others need and
Somewhere someone's looking to believe andSomewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
And the night and the dark and the hopes and the dreams
As we all play our parts while ignoring the screams
So we lie to ourselves and we just carry on
Never stop, never turn, don't admit what is goneInto this twisted story all these things so clear before me
Every path we've ever taken can't admit we were mistaken
In this night of my devising, never live and never dying
Each escape I've never taken, never dream and never waken
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.
So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”
- Neil Gaiman