Tomorrowthe end of the year
the end of loves
the end of loves lost
the end of grieving for people, passion, and poetry
the end of burying my head in the sand
the end of pretending
the beginning of something fresh, like vegetables and water
the beginning of developing relationship capabilities
the beginning of doing what I feel
the beginning of really feeling what I’m doing
the beginning of a new, more improved me consisting of:
reflection
caution
-less?
Development
Symmetry
Warmth
Thought
The ability to dive head first, no whammies, and being ready for the consequences
to not succumb to macbeths soliloquy, to control my bouts of apathy and to fully personify the notion that i am living.
i am REALLY living.
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
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