Ends

A year ends, how quickly it passes. You remember its infancy, how it seemed a beautiful new opportunity to contrast the year that passed but then buried itself in so much sludge again. Still, you know you will forever look back on the year fondly, caress its memories and remember that you were more you at the end of it than when it was new and unwritten.

You approach the new year cautiously, afraid suddenly to lose what you have packed in your bags, afraid suddenly because there is so much to lose. Winter creeps into your heart, into your hopes, you know it's only in your head, how can you possibly explain this entire life to someone else, what if you drown in the ice after all and haven't written all your words yet no surely you must survive. I sing again like I haven't in years, and the stars are burning, they'll melt the frost, they'll lead the way, tomorrow is a new year and everything that is to come is too beautiful not to tell.