it is january and we must be brave. in all things. the ways tongues fit in mouths, or don't. the way that resolve is a noun and a verb and we aren't sure if either is within reach, not even if we try really really hard. the way to try can mean to strive for or to test, you know, trials and tribulations and all the other things that new years are made of. it is january and we must stare into the corpse of the neonate world unflinching. or very much flinching, that's okay too. curl your pinky finger around the ghost of mine six feet or six thousand miles away. we'll be fine. we'll be brave. i promise. i don't.
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