Reset the counter
and discard the before,
ready to embrace change
but already falling
into familiar habits
that give you courage
of who you are
and what you’re willing
to be.
24:366
The end total
to represent a year
of trying,
of believing routine
will create imagination
and spark
a long lost desire
to write their story,
their words,
their everything.
Has it been achieved?
The question is still unanswered,
but at least
it’s not a resounding
no.
24:365
Hoard the rare
but watch
the one you share it with
freely give it away,
ignoring the pain endured
to achieve it,
yet expecting you
to repeat the process
over and over
while they benefit
from other people’s gratitude.
24:364
Built in expectations
drive you to perfection,
hard work done
but already mess has appeared,
ignored by others
who deem it beneath them,
only noticing for annoyance
you have yet to
expel their imperfections.
24:363
Frustrate to cleanliness,
scrub and scrub
as resentment simmers ,
anger filling the space
while everything else
becomes more beautiful,
you are left with perfection
but only have tired defeat
as a reward.
24:362
A few days of indulgence,
relaxing,
forgetting,
ends with renewed chaos
for consuming,
owning,
filling a hole
someone might notice
if you stop
for a moment more.
24:361
Remember a world
created and waiting,
buried in a notebook
that hopes to widen,
if only you could
understand how
to unlock
what once was so easy
to unleash.
24:360
Present the new
and intrigue destruction,
adding to the debris
of childhood
and moving forward,
closer,
to appreciation
of the materialistic.
24:359
Christmas breakfast
for those who spend
too many early hours
together,
a work bond of necessity
that grew into genuine like,
toast their health and happiness,
praying it will
bring some for you too,
a longer permanent place
amongst the flour coated
atmosphere.
24:358
A limb moves
while the owner sleeps,
another presence
testing their will
in a foreign body,
opening eyes
to gaze at another’s life
and slowly plan
how to make it theirs.
Scribbled Thoughts 