In a completely not-depressed way

In a completely not-depressed way, this year I aspire to nothing.
I won't even write for the sake of a new beginning, this is just for fun.
Or survival. I redefined one of those words but I forgot which one.
The state of the world wraps its hands around my neck and my body is limp.
But my brain is not. In fact, my thoughts have grown wings.
They're turquoise with specks of black and yellow that span at least twelve feet across.
And they are anxious to fly.
So while my body lays there tired and helpless, I decided to let my thoughts go.