There’s just one question in my head… HOW ARE WE IN FEBRUARY?

It really doesn’t feel like I’ve moved on from the same head space I was in December, even though everything around me is changing (and impacting me positively) – but I still don’t feel like it’s enough.

I guess that would explain why I am awake on the darkest (and coldest) of nights asking myself a million questions… as I try to gather my thoughts and hope I start to feel grateful for small victories.

On the darkest nights
When the moonlight shines brightest
And the angels wander

On the darkest nights
Before the moon waves goodbye
To the lonely sky

On the darkest nights
When the clouds move to the sound
That tree branches make

On the darkest nights
The wind whistles such sweet tunes
Swishing and swooshing

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Yet, I stay pondering
Scheming
Plotting
Thinking
Talking
Walking
Scribbling
Writing

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Torn between what is and what is to come!

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