for all those tales told, half written,
all those pains unresolved,
battles unfinished,
loves unrequited,
memories unclaimed.
Ah somewhere, beyond the Styx,
A land must exist
where all stories
are finally finished.
(Someone, without meaning to, I'm sure, dropped me right back into the worst night of my life. I will see this over and over until it lets go. So…
They walk around me while I write, with a hey, ho, and a hey nonnie nah, They spin around me while I write, talking, laughing in my sight, watch my…
O brave new world, O brave new year full of potential unrealized, new, untried. May we, taking the first, tentative steps into your…