✶ A note for the year to come.
- acb.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year(s) to come, whispering: It will be happier. If you ask me how I'm feeling right now, I would surely reply—better. Sometimes, better is all you can ask for.
I submerge myself into the moment, feeling every laugh come out and be freed, feeling my cheeks hurt from the smiles that I cannot seem to stop forming. Embracing the warmth that spreads through my chest. Fully feeling my heart, as it beats from pure joy.
Sometimes, better is everything.
And before I meet the new days and months to come, before I make the new memories again with the ever infinite time ahead of me, I make myself remember and look back—to the hope I used as warmth on still freezing nights.
I must make myself look back, before I throw myself into the unknown. With a pace and a fury defiant of all things that shall cast a darkness through my path that I shall lead.
I am every growing, and ever changing. So, I must make a note to myself for the year to come: You listen and you know you could live a better life than you do, be softer, be kinder. And maybe this year, you will be able to do it, and more.
What if everything gets better from here on out?
It has gotten better, and it will again.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, MWAH <333
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my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
