another year. we’re all still here, and I feel quite unchanged. I spent the final night of 2021 with a few friends I treasure, whilst missing those I wish I could hold close. another unwritten twelve months of life ahead. New Year’s Eve creates the illusion that an ending has been reached, implying the existence of closure to a whatever the prior twelve months involved. it’s a little misleading, thoufh I’m glad I made the effort to distract myself from the passing of last year into the calendar of now.
I want to move gently through the lack of clarity and confidence I currently hold for my future. I remind myself how lucky I am to have this chance to try to rest and escape. time passes and I need to buy a new calendar. no resolutions yet, for now it’s just one day at a time.
my final clouds of last year
my first clouds of this year
there are still beautiful things. <<
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