So behind. Fuck holiday depression in the ass. Going to try to catch up before end of year.
take me when December ends.
a new year in a new life.
bounced back to a place long left.
let it start to feel like home.
wash the plates and mop the floor.
yearn for what was had before.
too soon, too much, too hard to take.
this is what Bilbo Baggins hates.
try to see the good in things.
no more fear of stupid rings.
they bind and make it hard to see.
what is at the end of me.