₊⁻∘･ an ode to 2022 ˚︵.

twenty-twenty-two,
all i want to tell you,
this chapter may be ending,
but it will never be forgotten.

so, here i am, hopelessly trying,
to combine the entirety of you.
you, who are a span of 8760 hours,
using combinations of merely 26 letters.

twenty-twenty-two,
it’s your turn to tell me.
did i spend them wisely?
or was it all a false envisage?

that i could reach my dreams,
made by poetry, bound by galaxies.
tell me, if i dared to fly,
would the sun even know me?

twenty-twenty-two,
you have been a beautiful paradox.
one that i’m irrevocably and
totally in love with.

you’re like a book that i’ll never write,
or a song destined to never be composed,
for, only 26 letters were not enough
to describe all that lies within you. 

twenty-twenty-two,
so, it shall lie within me.
it shall lie within every tear,
every giggle, every breath of mine.

i’m not afraid, it has become a persona.
and maybe that persona is fated to be buried,
a memoir, enclosed by all the years that passed by,
until it is triggered somehow, to reappear someday,

gladly again, i’ll endure all that you will ever signify.

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