Through hell, brought me dawn.

The current's trajectory is never set in stone, so shift the course as you please.

Different means new is born, and old dies.

Wave goodbye—don't dwell; it'll always be in your bones, and you'll be rich in insight.

It's on the horizon.
Feel the growth.
Feel the new.
Embrace.
Take flight with the fresh.
Breathe in the beauty
of chapters not written,
and breathe out the fear
that paralyzes hope.

Breathe in,
Breathe out.




#YearEndEchoes
© Alex M.