I speak it into existence...
I will be fine,
Though the fall is coming, the winter shadows it.
And through that shadow, gloom lurks.
There will be a crooked reality,
and for some, joy.
But even after that, it lingers.
Not this time. Let it be crooked.
Let it be corrupted.
But I refuse to let it prosper this year.
I will win.
I will shine.
I will be warming,
I will love, care, and share my joy, gracefully.
Everything has a flaw, but everything isn't beautiful.
This winter, beautiful depravity, will be beautifully crooked.
I speak it into existence.