Dear 2011,
I’ve hated you, I’ve come to be grateful for you in a twisted way, and I’m eager to leave you behind me without so much as a glance in the rearview mirror. I’ve got nothing left to give you. I literally feel like I was lucky to get out alive, with my core being intact.
I feel as if I’ve been through more than my fair share of tests and trials that have proven and built my strength and perseverance. Frankly, I’m tired. And a bit disillusioned. I have found my safe place and there I will reside until I deem it appropriate and necessary to emerge and subject myself to the winds that seem to howl at my door. I almost wish to be forgotten, ignored, to bury myself in comfort and familiarity, refusing to leave my protective cocoon.
So goodbye. Good riddance.
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