Chapter Text
Standing on the precipice of the unknown
is not an uncommon feeling
nor an uncomfortable one
but still
my brain insists on the formality
of thinking itself silly.
I suppose
after the turmoil of the year before
I can be glad not to be a sniveling mess
and just have the usual stew of anxieties.
Welcome, new year.
Come in, come in!
Hopefully
you'll be better than the old one.
