At the Easter of the Horses

Not everything you see is true, and not everything you believe is true you see, nor what you see being true and you think it is, can be a big lie.
But what could be considered a lie?
Night.
Cars are rarely heard on the streets of my town at this time. And even rarer, tourists.
The vast majority walk in silence, or simply stay in their comfortable bed.
After all, tomorrow is Monday. And many people go back to their usual routine.
Others are still trying to get rid of the hangover.
And others, like me, press keys.
And this is where I ask myself, what do I want to gain by writing this? I don’t know the truth is that I don’t know.
We have a tradition. Every beginning of the year, after at least a day or 2, the village priest comes to “sanctify the house”, with his cross, and his incense, accompanied by that man who sings in the church, I don’t remember what his name was xd, and the person from the previous house.
And tomorrow the priest is coming here.
But my parents are leaving home.
Hee-hee, priest, I’m not going to let you in.
Wait, what if he smashes the door?
I don’t care. Pay property damage.
But judgment.
No, less than 15 minutes of socializing with a priest and listening to him pray is not much.
I remember last year at this time, too my little desire for the priest. He can’t just stay in his house?
I feel like 4 years have passed since January 3rd. Yes, it’s already 3. It’s past midnight.
I don’t know, this year it seemed quite eternal for some strange reason, although it had, as always, 365 days.
I met a lot of great people, some of whom will most likely read this thing.
With some I lost contact. I keep in touch with others.
But since I am an asocial creature, it is fine with the 2 or 3 creatures that I talk to daily and who are not from my family.
Yes, everyone else has a special place in my heart.
But I can still talk to you every day and hate you to death, or talk to you only from year to year and that you seem super cool.
There is an expression that is used quite frequently in Romania, "At the Easter of the horses." It is used basically in contexts in which it is known that something will happen in a lot of time, or it will never happen.
And I will fulfill my list of purposes, and let’s say it in Romanian, la paştele cailor.
But hey, if you read this, whoever you are, here is a big imaginary hug. I hope you’re okay, and that at least you’re not as lazy as I am.