A Letter to 2016

two thousand sixteen.
where will you take these dusty feet & this trusty heart. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

i inquire,
with no question mark,
for i know only time will tell.
i am not fool enough to think easy answers are worth-it answers.
as the seasons come & go,
the prior months will be redeemed by who we become in the latter ones.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

the mysterious simultaneity of life: who we are not is being unwoven, whilst who we truly are is being knit, 
stitch by stitch. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
if we allow it, of course.

sweeter
freer
braver,
we will grow
—if we allow it, of course.