it’s winter; things, people, dreams, resolutions… they all die. why then do i feel so alive?

is it this pink enemy remix? my children’s maniacal laughter from downstairs as they play with their christmas toys? the freedom solitude brings at 2 in the morning, ensconced in headphones?

whatever it is, i’m not questioning its motives or methods, just praying it hangs around for a good long while.

another call to all the blessings that have fallen at my feat these past years.

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