I don't quite recall starting a another calendar, it sort of just happened.
A new year doesn't quite determine a new beginning.
I know that now.
Cruel and deceiving addictions followed me to the starting line,
altering and zeroing in on the true essence of myself.
Realization:
I never quite understood the root of my being until recently.
January highlighted, bolded, and underlined my darkest of self.
Change.
It's a word I always claimed to know the definition of,
but could never insert it into a well-written sentence.
I've been exploring the depths of each page of my dictionary,
altering what it all meant.
Nothing is definite, not even definitions.
Soon I'll have a completely new outlook laying in front of myself.
I just hope I'll be wise enough to document it.
