New Year

New Year I walk down from the seventh floor. Take the lift up and walk down again. Since we can only be out a short time Like shopping it makes me feel fit. Tomorrow it will be a new year Actually, there are no new year it is A construction made by man time is endless time is an abstraction. I like to see January alive, not that It matters, but I’m human and for a reason. I can´t explain I would like to see The spring of another year, although I know what happened in my life. Will be erased, and there is no god to Give me comfort like grasping at straws. The worst thing about death is the lack of dreams. The endless emptiness Waiting for endlessness to end.