It's a new year my dear.

That's what I would say if I was to say I was a writer. I'm drunk. That's also what I would say. Well I am am, a writer.
Where to start. Where goes my heart. Up and down and , who cares just shut up.  I've got 20% gold in my eyes, and it looks no different than those colors I see. On tv. It's Mr. Allen or Mia or someone who loves those colors that I feel so taken with.
Someone's always in bed with a bad oyster.
Is it me? Is it her?
Is it either of us.
There is good, there is bad.
I wonder how the the things will fall. For they sure are up in it. Currently.
It crosses my mind that I don't want to see them fall.  However , I do.
I must.
Right?