Hazy Mornings

It has been one hell of a year. Not at all bad. It was definitely an improvement from last year. I got my resolutions fulfilled!

All in all it was a pretty great year. Here’s to a better one in 2013. Lets go in arms swinging ( or flailing if you’re anything like me)

Here we go.

2011 is practically over. Just a few more hours until the clock strikes 12. Just a few more hours until 2012. A new year.

2011 was a rough year for me. Stressful and filled with loss. However I stuck through it and with the loss there was also gain. Life and happiness overshadowed the sadness and the loss. It was all only a reminder that everything will get better. God will always come and hold us up when we ask.

So here’s to bidding 2011 farewell. Here’s to greeting 2012 with open arms. Auld Lang syne and all that.

Happy New Years and be safe!

(Meant to post this last night. Oh well)

New Years

Hands grab at him as he makes his way through the wild crowd. They all dancing crazily to the upbeat music blaring through large speakers. Not a care in the world, their sweaty bodies begin to become more difficult to differentiate.

He continues to push through. The lights flash and flicker around him in a multitude of colours. His mind is a fog; his surroundings are hazy. In his hand is a small slip of paper, which acted as a ticket to get into the building. At least that’s what he was told.

He breaks through the last of the crowd and falls to the ground. A blast as his skull smacks the floor. Laughter escapes his mouth as he grabs for the closest thing to him: a pair of legs. Female, to be exact. So soft yet so strong.

He makes clings to them with all he’s got. Afraid of letting go. A cry for help escapes his lips followed by laughter. The female helps him up and leads him towards slim black couches nearby.

The music doesn’t seem so loud when he sits down. He runs his hands through his hair and then reaches for a glass on the table. So much for resolutions.> he thinks and throws his head back allowing whatever was in the cup to slide down his throat. He throws the cup into the crowd and shakes his head. Poison. Alcohol. Same thing.

He notices the female to his left, the one that had assisted him, watching him intently. He smiles and then the countdown begins. 10.

9. 8. With each second, he loses a bit of consciousness. 7. 6. Why did he even decide to come to the grimy club in the first place. 5. 4. He could have stayed home and had a peaceful lead into the new year. He could have invited his friends over. what friends? 3. The color drains from around him. Black and white fills in where the color had been. 2. He could have been safe and avoided this- this making a fool of himself, but it’s the new year, might as well introduce it with open arms… So much for change. 1.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

He blacks out. Welcome new year.