Did you know that it is possible to live an entire life and be no wiser than you were to begin with. You look at words from decades past and they are all the same melody, twisting their words to form the same feeling in your chest, you are forever who you were.
January gets me at last, comes thrashing in like an unwanted relative, dirties your home then criticizes your lack of cleanliness. You cancel your plans and try to appease the relative instead, a useless game it is impossible to win. The demons line up to take communion at your feet, to eat your flesh, to drink your blood, and all you can do in return is say bless you. It's cruel that way.
It occurs to me that maybe the cruelty is not the relative's,
but mine.
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