this year felt like a long bridge—
a narrow that whims out lights,
dims out the broadest paths,
and puddles my vulnerable thoughts.

this year felt like whimsical poison—
willingly vomited good omens,
touched the untouched, felt the unfelt;
widened this frickles of fire-cracker life.

throughout the year of twenty four,
it made me fractured to different realities;
it allowed me to bang alleys,
it made me feel the essence of limitless life...

maybe it's the city breeze, maybe it's my sheltered provincial self;
what matters the most—i had the most expiremental year so far.
it opened to new possibilities, it boxed me to shapeless personas.

versions of me that I never know,
versions of me that I am unfamiliar,
versions of me that I feel seen,
a version of me that embraces them all.

people might judge me for all the things I do,
people will poke fun about my volitions,
people may not recognize me a year ago . . .
but this is me, just fractured between extremities.

i know i did get too far,
but deep inside,
it felt the most freeing year,
so far in this life.

so in nearby nineteen,
i hope he continues to be a wild child,
i hope he forges his ungodly thoughts
i hope, he is safe and knows he is well loved