New Year, New Beginning

When the clock reads midnight, pixie dust's glowing colors flutter into the deep, inky sky.

Their traces are abruptly gone until the light spreads its wings again, reaching across the stars

and staining them with a boom of dyes that are soon left to fall to their demise. Noises of all

kinds, the sounds of lips meeting others, kids screaming into the icy air, and adult chatter

explode in my ears. I am disconnected from the chaos, liveliness, and energy that surrounds

me. Instead, glistening liquid leaves my eyes, not stopping nor wanting to. Their composition is

more than the water that is contained in them. They carry different fragments of my heart, each

one ripped away from the vessel that beats in my chest, each one representing a loss too

meaningful to bear. My tears slide down the sides of my warm cheeks, reaching the ground with

a splatter. The fireworks, the kissing, the screams, and the conversations soon come slowly to

an end, until the only sound left is the wind whispering into my ears. Then, so do my tears,

those were left in the year I once knew. Now, it is 2025, a fresh start: new year, new beginning.