Victory, conquering, staggering loss, nothing, nothing, everything.
Like walking through a tunnel searching for light and then it hits you and you feel nothing.
Like wanting the sea and getting a river.
Its been a strange one kids.
Im neither happy or sad its over but I am ready to move on.
If there is one thing I'd like for the next year other then fireworks, love and pure creation it would be a little more self acceptance/love/forgiveness.
I've been carrying and nurturing the same wounds for so many years now and all the sudden I am a scarred woman laughing whilst crying, not fully realizing how much lighter things actually are.
Its almost like I miss my darkest days or maybe I haven't found the right things to replace the dark with yet.
I still want more,
of whatever I can get my hands on.
Or maybe its just me getting older. One year at a time.
Happy new year lovers.
May all our dreams come true so we can create new ones.
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