It is the last day of the year.
There is another three-hundred and sixty-five days ahead of us.
Getting caught up in reflections; crying, laughing, loving, lying.
This is the time for change, or something like it. Today is the day.
Inspiration. Seeking a perspective that will validate the coming days.
Holding on. Waiting longer. Breathing deeper. The countdown has begun.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The chance for a new plot has arrived.
What's the narrative? A new day.
life & such is happening.
**notes about my life & such as a young, queer, black creative attempting to thrive.