My name is Anthony Anthonia I am a lover of arts. Writing is who I am)
Twenty Eighteen
Staring at the poemhunter ad, "2018 is almost over, write what the year means to you and share it with us", now all of me feel a pressure to write, " I want to write something, what do I write" that desire, that craving to write something but no idea what to even scribble, I am driven back to the question again " what did this year mean to you? " Well sitting in the church now about to spend the last few hours of the year, I could as well reflect on what2018 has been for me.who am I kidding? , I can't concentrate, the only two things that comes to mind is " in no time the catechist will announce the normal mass intentions" and that" what for me has just begun was about to end for the whole world,2018", well I may not come face to face with 2018 again but one thing is certain she sure gave me bags of joy, happiness, disappointment, inferior feelings, trouble, fun and laughter.maybe I could not decipher between good and bad, yet by God's grace I still breathe.So long 2018 its been a lovely ride from January to December.At least I am sure to see my 18th year at your expense