From Midnight Drives to Silent Goodbyes : A Year in Reflection

Thank you for the memories
Of rainy nights, Alina Baraz's songs
And a cup of noodles.
For asking what would you wanna do now? While I'm staring at the ceiling trying so hard to come up with an answer.

Thank you for the memories
Of inside jokes on the traffic light, under the window's light on Sunday, The Changcuters's songs, and warm laughs.
For knowing so well that it would be the last magical mystery ride all over this fucking town.

Thank you for the memories
Of 2 AM long drive just to feed the cats.
For carrying the sick baby kittens to the vet and crying while digging their graves. I promised myself that day to never own any pets, ever again.

Thank you for the memories
Of the countless lonely rides and solo flights trying to escape to places.
For realizing that you cannot run from the darkness and if you force it, it will lead to an explosion.

Thank you for the memories
Of losing the definition of home and finding it through the wind. I let it blow me away as far as it could.
For eventually deciding to stop caring and let the bridges burn.

Thank you for the memories
Of rainy November and black dress. I never thought it would become the funeral outfit, but I guess Gramie wanted me to look pretty.
For every crystallized tear, a stab in my chest and numbed it all so I wouldn't bleed myself dry.

Thank you for the memories
Of facing my demons all at once. Feels like someone stole my Pandora box and forced it open.
For trying to fight my worst fear and wear it on my sleeves.

Thank you for the memories
Of one cold night begging god to heal your heart. Hoping that this journey is worth the pain.
For telling myself that everything is gonna be okay.

Thank you for the thoughts of the past.
It was warm and lovely.
It was cold and ugly.
Thank you, thank you.
For the memories of 2023.