But There's Still Tomorrow, Forget the Sorrow

I wonder if you're listening? There's a comforting voice on the wind, it's a Tuesday evening and the whiskey has just been finished. All over the world, people are preparing for Christmas. Trees are being put up, gifts exchanged and Yule Tide cheer is rampant.

So what if this year wasn't what you expected it to be? It also wasn't what you expected it to be. You win some and lose some after all, but in between those won moments and lost memories, you find yourself chuckling.

I'm keeping a beard now, my voice is deeper. But someone inside me keeps asking me to shave it off and become who I used to be. My word, is this prose, is this poetry? This year definitely hasn't been what I expected it would perhaps turn out to be. 

To the people who sent me books, arigato

To the friends who kept me sane, arigato

To the recipes I cooked and fed you with, I hope you liked them

And to the No. 1 Yaari? That ain't gonna change 

There's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow. I am on the last train home.

A picture to wrap up, a year to say bye to and cheer to spread on Christmas and hope for James Gunn giving us a good Superman soon!

The Bilge Master