The year, as I know it, is over.
Somewhere between wrecking everything and falling in love, the year turned over on itself.
And here I am.
Ever crashed through hell long and hard enough to wind up on the other side of life?
Ever seen the grass on both sides of the fence only to realize your new hell is something entirely different?
Your new passion has a different face?
I'm there.
Or at least that's where I place myself having turned the page on something wicked, destructive, and ultimately a side of me I can't tolerate to admit anymore.
It often starts with "Happiness is..." and ends someplace between a cold shower and a curled up sob.
But the year has just started and I can't anticipate that catastrophy anymore.
I am resolved to hope.
Perhaps it's the season, or the fact that I'm sleeping more in my old age, but honestly, this body has perservered and isn't quite done with the good yet.
Here's to hope.
Here's to faith.
Here's to not-taking-it-laying-down.
Here's to love.
Here's to joy.
Here's to...
Peace.
Goodnight ghosts and nightmares.
Goodbye old friends and phantoms.
Hello to the new day and a promise -
To never again be the same.
