I thought I was rotting away last year.
Gradually decaying, until I am no longer here.
While falling into an endless abyss.
But I survived yet another year of thunders and storms.
So I made a plan this year.
A plan not to care much about everything.
I have had enough dealing with the voices in my head.
They needed to rest, and I will take a break for myself.
I just hope I will stop rotting and start living.