Puty's Journal

Hello December. I’m introducing you to April. The month with wordless days and still felt good. The one without beautiful sad songs and I still felt like myself. Some ultra short distances trip without space rocket.

April was not easy, December. I’ve been thinking a lot (grammatically means that I’m still thinking at this very moment, well, yes, but less). Maybe because I’m always a thinker, and never a dancer. I’m stiff. And it’s got to be strong to touch my heart through its shell, quoting Copeland. Oh, talking about Copeland, I know they broke up and are going on a farewell tour, but I still listen to them. Copeland said a lot of definitions I left myself unsaid, like, “Eat, Sleep, Repeat” (my definition of holiday), or “Strange and Unprepared” (one of my favorite self-definitions). And they told, “when they come knocking on your heart’s door, choose the one who loves you more,”. It worked; unfortunately, I never found their further definition of ‘love’.

Well, back to you, December, I was scared. I was scared of misinterpretation. How I risked such thing I really appreciate, for something I hardly knew, and hardly believed. What if it was only fake cherry blossom aroma around us? What if it lasted less than 30 days? I repeated it for you: April was not easy. It is karma.

Then I’m still introducing you to April, December. Because it once ended, and had to begin again. I took the risk, and listened to Copeland. Once again, they defined it, where April is: On The Safest Ledge. I would try. We would go around the town, take a lot of pictures, and live ordinarily. Ordinary, but special.

It is karma.

December is coming, and the malls (I have to admit that I love going to malls, and this is a confession) start to be decorated with red and green and fake snowflakes. Fake plastic trees, and fake Santa Claus. Candies and cookies are wrapped in bell-shaped boxes, and fake mistletoe are hung on the ceilings and in front of the doors. Christmas songs are on the air.

I don’t celebrate Christmas, but I like it when it is coming.

Even many things are fake, welcome, December.