Nothing more than the next. Patrons reel in their best and look forward to another time frame of existence. Resolutions are not at an all time high yet the observation of pity- agony has filled the atmosphere, Hm.. what is next?
I don’t recall having any new years resolutions, I looked forward to watching the count down on TV when I was younger. Now as I have children of my own I don’t think they grasp the New Year Mantra. As I have studied the conflicting seasons of when New Year begins, I have written, it begins everyday for me… being born in Winter where the leaves have withered away, majority of the birds are now in the south and hibernation begins for many; I pose.
Thus, I was conflicted to blow out that candle because in my mind my wish was not 100% sound and then the cake harden. I turned merely 0. It has rain for the last couple days. Had it been 7 days and 7 nights? This year that will be coming is somewhat somber yet I remember last new year I was indeed surprise of what was shown. I am neither eager no dishearten for what it is to come shall come , what exits will leave, what stays is here…..
“Oh December you, oh my Deci, the end of the beginning, the beginning to the end. Oh my December you”
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