A lot of things different...

As a new cycle is about to start, and I shed the remaining remnants of the one before, I barely even feel anything as I do. I guess I've grown accustomed to it and the realisation that what has been lost can always be found once more, brings me comfort. My story has countless chapters, and not everyone will make it through them all. Yet I have love in my heart for all the characters that chose to play a part in my design. Disdain only serves my weaker instincts, because as it so happens, once every so often, I manage to pick the right thing, the exact best thing. Every day, the moment I open my eyes and pull off my blankets, that's what I hope for. The sunshine on my face, warm enough to make my heart sing.