what the year ending feels like

something about 2024 feels so magical.
maybe it’s the combination of the numbers or the aesthetic appeal in it something tells me this years’ the year.

2+0+2+4 = 8
isn’t eight the loop of infinity?
maybe this will be the year where the loop finally untangles itself

when the void finally stops spinning
and the air all around starts getting just a little less suffocating

when everyday stops becoming a walking nightmare
and instead turns into a daydream of sorts

realistically i’m being overdramatic
in all actuality, life’s actually great

but prose is one of the best ways to be overdramatic
and the new years’ the perfect excuse to stop talking to people
and maybe,
maybe just taking that leap of faith

maybe 2024 will actually be magical
—or it’ll be just like 2023
and 2022
and 2021.