In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
We never really take the 'new' in New Year seriously do we? I know I don't.
2019 is another Pandora's box we open tonight, so let's breathe easy before facing whatever's inside.
We take such good care of our belongings but never of ourselves.
I can wish that the weekend should have been better, but I'll just put it to rest and move on.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
Getting better is hard work, and getting better while working hard is harder.
It's fine to use them, but it's dangerous to believe in them.
I am so glad my taste in music has improved like my taste in books.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.