The truth is, Valentine's is great for those of us who watch. But there's a thorn on every rose.
A while has transpired between then and now.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
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.
I never understood why boats have to made of paper, and that's the important question.
I am so glad my taste in music has improved like my taste in books.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.
There is nothing more miserable than seeing endless darkness even when there is light.