It feels as if there is nothing but a dark cloud above my head.
I am craving the sunlight.
I need some good news to brighten my day?
Where is the day that they promised me?
When the better days will come?
p.s. This is my first-time attempt in poetry writing.
"May your coming year be filled with magics and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you are wonderful, and don't forget to make some art - draw, or build, or sing, or write, or live as only you can. May Your coming year be a wonderful thing in which you dream both dangerously and outrageously. I hope you make something that didn't exist before you..., that you will be loved and you will be liked and you will have people that you love and you like in return. And most importantly, because I think there should be more kindness and wisdom in the world right now - I hope you will, when you need to be, be wise and you will always be kind. And I hope that somewhere in next year you surprise yourself." - Guy Nielman