And suddenly it’s winter again,
The year 2021 has come to an end,
Maybe, I can close my eyes and pretend,
Pretend, that its still twenty-ten.
Pretend, that im not nineteen years old,
Pretend, that im playing soccer with my mates and not struggling with a cold,
That I caught way too fast.
Pretend, that I did not spend most of 2021 holed up in my room alone,
With a laptop and a bag of chips,
Wondering how I gained the new weight on my hips.
Maybe, I should jot down some resolutions for 2022,
Because we all know “new year new me.”
Yes, that’s what im gonna do!
And let’s pretend, that I stick to those resolutions and I won’t slack,
Let’s pretend, that I have the time to do self-care, go to the gym and stay on track,
Let’s pretend, that I will do all that,
Because I know I won’t.
So why don’t I go somewhere nice,
Somewhere, where I don’t have to pretend.
Pretend, that another year has passed without me being able to take it fully in,
Because I can’t even begin to explain how scary a new year is when you’re grown up.
How scary the prospect of this fresh, new, untouched and untainted piece of precious time is.
Italy seems like a good place to forget and forgive.
Forget all the mishaps of 2021 and all the things I regret,
Forgive myself for all the mistakes I made and the people I have upset.
Italy, where I know nobody and nobody knows me. Where I pretend to not pretend.
So happy 2022,