New year

Another day, week, month, year. What does it matter? All that enters my mind is that I'm not a person affected by the awareness of Time spent, lost, whatever you prefer to call it... rather I'm the sort who very desperately holds onto the aging of a precious thing. Does that even make sense? Perhaps not.

All attachments are irrational and old attachments are even more so. Ruled by routine and traditions as I am, loyalty is most sacred. If I feel for something or someone I will feel fiercely. 

And I swear if I were able to choose for whom and what I  feel, I wish I had learned it sooner because at this age, there is no more room for rewrites. What I have written I will continue to write.