New Year is a time of joy in anticipation of miracles.

At the beginning of every year, we often find ourselves rushing to get our life put together.

I was scrolling through TikTok, the universal pastime of anyone in a procrastination spiral (you know exactly what I mean), when a video about Postcrossing popped up.

When I first arrived at university, I remember being completely overwhelmed by the massive river of bikes flowing through every corner of the campus.

Ripped off fake lashes coated in the smell of temptation.

They always say Icarus fell in summer.

there’s this individual that had lived everywhere and anywhere.

My parents called and told me

they were redecorating.

There’s a trembling kind of fear in my hands.

I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, back against the bedframe and feet pressing on a large moving box.

I came here for silence.

I am desperately awaiting summer

With the years I have grown in really respecting the teacher job.

When I was a kid, my parents always told me not to talk to strangers and, especially, never to get a ride from a stranger.