There’s still some magic in it yet

I understand now. Completely. solemnly. Fully. What a time to finally realize it, but I guess it’s as good a time as any. None of the cliches shall be repeated here. Maybe the intention’s the same, but there’s no point in aggravating it right now. Not here, anyway. It has a comforting quality to it, writing. You don’t need somebody on the other end, and yet you can speak freely. Your words and thoughts are given life so to speak, instead of disappearing somewhere in your mind.

Merry christmas to you too, whoever’s reading this. I hope nobody does, because it wasn’t meant for you anyway. Christmas should come with a restart button gift-wrapped and ribbon-bound.

I need somebody.