I’ve mixed feelings about saying goodbye to 2018, obviously.-
That year took so much from me in spite of all that’s been added.
Listen closely, please so you’ll hear…this was all so suddenly sudden for me as well.
And now there’s this new year of new beginnings to remedy in such a way as to not appear toO “unlamenting” of the possibility of a Lazarus revisited quandary.
The mud is deep one day and solid ice the next and all this flux goes as it must…but I will not give up.
There’s always those that wait and linger yearning to know what happens to those (me) that go beyond despair-
I’ve taken no exception to the curious of my circumstance or challenge their pricked conscience; my more than active ponderances would entail such fascinations as well.
But now, this is 2019 and a card carrying existentialist I am so we begin once more but never as in, ‘once again’.
No method, no agenda, tho the linear is guaranteed because circular is such a worthless endeavor…unless a repeat of the “unhappenable” is what you seek.
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