This was my year

As the year is ending I'd like to contemplate about the things I've done.
I've met some great friends. I've met my best friend. I've been to the best concerts ever. I've had some great times with my friends. I got a new job. My dog. My plans to move to antwerp. Just everything. Ofcourse things sucked; some things didn't work out the way I wanted. Well, shit happens. I've overcome all of those things.

I only have one thing I'll do differently next year:
I'll try be be more relaxed. But then again, if I'm going to be more relaxed I'll be dead.

I don't get moved by much

We share a culture same vernacular
Love of physical humor and time spent alone
You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

You are a gift renaissance with a wink
With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars

You are a spirit that knows of no limit
That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends
You are a wordsmith who cares for her brothers
Not seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends

You are a vision who lives by the signals of
Stomach and intuition as your guide
You are a sliver of god on a platter
Who walks what she talks and who cops when she's lied

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Isn't it easy sometimes to describe a person?