I’m restless. I hate feeling restless. I want to lasso the moon and start a movement or become naturally drowsy and drift into contented sleep. I should be doing something. But what?

I want this year to be different. I want every year to be different. I have made up resolutions in my mind but my heart lacks the faith to see them through. I feel as though January is my chance to set a fire before February swallows me whole.

I want so much. What is this yearning? The urge to take hold…

Boldness. Older. Time. Ticking. I am a messenger and I need to deliver