His 2020 View Read Count : 45

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The New Year is just along the horizon and I harbor hope that it will be better and bearable than 2019, the old year. 

The New Year is where many would strive to alter their self, change with the times. 

That shall never be me.

Perhaps, there will be pieces of me that alter and mutate. Perhaps, there will be mountains of my character that will shrink or grow. Perhapps, I should change, but it is like a sword because there are two sides.

The New Year is where I sow the seeds of hope, caring for them, like a mother cares for her baby, as if it were the only thing I had left to lose.

Yet, I am scared a great deal of what is to come. I am in unknown territory that could easily become my enemy and, for that, I am preparing whatever is left of my mind to combat the nightmares of the New Year.

The Old Year was enjoyable while it lasted. At the end, it had brought me to my knees with thoughts that are far beyond malicious and experinces that anger me to this day.

The New Year is where I am crawling to, to seek the nurture I need to continue my journey. 

To you, reader, I say: 

Happy New Years


  • Jan 02, 2020

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Nicely done 🦋thanks for sharing 🦋🦋🦋

    Jan 04, 2020

  • Jan 08, 2020

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