Snuggled up in my bed.
The blanket offers warmth, that came from me. The warmth is lost when I lift it even a little..
With numerous small efforts, we build around ourselves a wall to protect us from the cold. One small error and the wall collapses about us, at times before our eyes, otherwise, while we were sleeping.
Another year approaches an end. Once again, it is time to brood. Twelve months ago, I began this journey. It was infrequently updated. The future looked bright. There was lots to gain, little to lose. I gained lots. I lost a little. Then I lost almost all. Another beginning, but the future isn't as bright anymore.
Lots to share, but all in time
Unless all is lost in rhyme
2 comments:
Maybe the end will be the brightest of em all! Maybe it'll be an end you'll feel happy about; an end that'll make you want to relive the whole journey without being sorry about it ending as the end would have ushered in a new beginning.
Ok, I've no idea what I'm talking about. You chose to riddle and rhyme and sound vague and mysterious so I did too.
:@
What's going on in my own turf that I'm absolutely unaware of?
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