A new beginning. A new start.
I made a wish then, a plea or maybe a curse.
A new beginning. A new start.
I wanted a start, a new beginning, and so I made a wish upon the moon, to feel or to be numb.
To feel is a catastrophe, to be numb is a relief, I made a choice then, but the catastrophe still came with the laughter inside my head and the coldness between my breaths.
A new beginning. A new start.
I made a mistake once, and to repeat is stupidity but to feel is scary.
A new start.
I chose to feel this time, but the aftermath of the past follows like a shadow with sharp eyes. To feel is
scary but to feel is also courageous.
A new beginning.
Why start again while l'm slowly losing everything? This may be foolish but to live is also a wish,
and to feel and to weep is a given.
A new beginning.
Wishing for a change doesn't come as easy as counting but accepting reality lessens the grieving and healing starts with the first step and so, with a heavy step I took my first.
