Thu, 01 25 24 — 7 am
The rain stopped, and the sun met her weary brown eyes. Good souls, she uttered first. It's been so long.
For so many reasons, my journey silenced to a pause months before 2023 ended. I've got list of failed plans, yet I came to realize its purpose. I spent the months of December trying to figure out, and here I am, able to pick up a pen that never left my hand. Rhythm was supposed to be filled with pages every month, every day, but I drowned not knowing how to construct them for how many days that has followed. Even so, the important characters to form are the words telling you, my good souls, that my ink will reignite further.
More pieces will come to life in 2024, and I hope to meet more of you this year, my good souls.
Solelt with all my heart,
reinexquisite soul