All The Same

Another year down soon. One step closer. A new year comes, but they're all starting to look the same.

I'm not ready to say goodbye.

But later tonight I guess I'll have to.

I'm running out of ways to hold on. We break down the years, by the moment, by the anniversary, by the symbolic event. And now by the simplest standard of all...the calendar. I'm running out of ways to hold onto the best year of my life. But for the first time, I'm sort of ok with that.

Really...I am.

But all the same...I wouldn't mind figuring away around it.