I see a lot of people calling this year crazy
But I’m not among them
My year was not crazy
well . . .
I know some people who might call it that
but they live such quiet, boring lives
I lived life high
So High
my highest yet
As heavy as my heart still is
It’s a thousand times lighter than last year
and I know it is but tremors of the coming days ahead
What flight is in my future?
How wide will my wings yet be?