2012.

It's suspended there to remind us before we pop the champagne and celebrate the new year, to stop and reflect on the year that has gone by. To remember both our triumphs and our missteps, our promises made and broken. The times we opened ourselves up to great adventures or closed ourselves down for fear of getting hurt because that is what new years is all about - getting another chance. A chance to forgive, to do better, to do more, to give more, to love more. And stop worrying about what if and start embracing what would be.

Happy New Year, S.

Eat, Pray, Love & Hurt.

"There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth,

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt,

It's still a little hard to say what's going on.

There's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness,

Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed."

Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to cry,

Life taught me to die.

Summer taught me all of these,

but hurt.

You, life & the world.

A-void.

A void; that I can't control.

Apollo surprise.

Stay on, please?

Life is all a beautiful mess,

a beautiful inscription,

a too beautiful accident.

"White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes.

Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end.

Struggling to pay rent, long nights, strange men.

And they say, she's in the Class A Team.

Stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18.

But lately her face seems, slowly sinking - wasting.

Crumbling like pastries, and they scream;

the worst things in life come free to us.

It's too cold outside, for angels to fly.

Angels to fly; to fly, to fly.

Angels to die."

Even the kindest angel have left me, what else do you want from me?

That is all I have, that is all.

Rip it all, take it all.

Fever pitch.