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It was a error on my part to leave without eating something for the morning. Not so much as a drink as I left the house, mind foggy, body numbing, the thoughts of odd dreams from the night past gurgling in the back of my mind, only adding to a day that did not feel right. But then again, I wasn't meant to. I had spent the past three weeks awakening in hours of my own leisure and plan, so accustoming back to an old habit would be difficult, but gradually would come back to settle.
As the new year finally came, I had not thought much of it until now. It was just another midnight to me, apart from the salutations and the loud bangs and whistles that filled the night. I had begun eating the last of my fruit as I saw my curtain illuminate from the light show that played from the world beyond the window. I did not need to look outside to know what was going on anymore. The fireworks had slowly lost their spark...
Drumming my fingers across the desk, I wonder what it is all for. Will the coming of 2013 be as grand as this one? It is fun to pretend, thinking the world will end before it ever reaches that year, but there is no point to it if nothing is made of it. Fireworks are not the only thing losing its spark; I have become indifferent and apathetic about many things, and it is not stopping. I did not realize that the foundation of my being had developed a void that was beginning to consume everything, and... what I do now is simply the ghost of what was. I do because that is what I remember doing. So... 2012 will be dedicated to finding something else, a way to... reinvent my exit, so to speak. In the vast consuming shadows that surround me, I will find my spark again, and when I do, I will start the fire to my heart once more.
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