Dear three-fifty-six,
It's a week till this years end. I don't know how to feel my dear.
I am happy for the future joy to come.
Sad for my wasted days.
Angry I didn't do things.
But all is closing. And I can no longer help what has come and gone. My scars have healed, the blades flushed. My eyes opened in bright lights and recognition. I am ready to change myself in this year to come three fifty six.
Also the holidays are upon us. I'm happy to be with family at last. And cherish out last moments of this year in front of fires and lighted pines. With giggles and warm hugs. A hand to hold and smile to share.
Sincerely,
Dre
