Will anything change? Everything will.
"No stories ever end. What ends is just your role in them." I can see people readying themselves to follow their new year resolutions. And I am sitting like a moribund patient, enumerating the vivid description of years that passed, and there is little or no promise that I will recover. A flash of memories swept over me, and flashing of grief is a warning that the sleeping volcanoes are forcefully being carried to the upcoming years. But how is this possible? Some of the tectonic disturbances I dealt with, are not even going to turn up in 2016. Some of the melodies I heard, are lost deep down the lanes. Some of the ideas I had, are only remnants inside my head. I fear of eruption that may destroy, I fear of lava that may ruin. "Embrace the bright, new year, It will bring joy and happiness to your life."- The messages popped. I read all of them, I replied to all, I typed a few new messages to people I think I must wish, updated a verbose but meaningless ...