I like to believe that time is pixie dust washing away in an hourglass. This year, it seems pixies were playing with the hourglass like Tiktokers play with playback speed buttons. I saw loneliness courting humanity, foxtrotting around the planet like Newton’s law of gravitation.
Your Silhouette Soul
Like a trivial origami, society folded your soul,
Bending the gigantic galaxies inside you into crumpled rolls.
Questioning your weight, size of clothes and your ambitions,
Creasing your passions into edges of limits and restrictions.