Dear 2015,
Your name says it all, you were an odd year for sure.
Not one of those years a lot of things happened, but a year of exfoliation, a year of distraction.
A year of personal, political, and spiritual testing. The year I gave up on, yet kept on giving.
The year that lasted longer than expected. The year I didn't care for anymore.
The year I stopped saying "yes" and discovered the usefulness of "no".
The year in all it's oddity, sacrifice and commodity there was still something so blatantly clear that kept you right here.
From a promotion to my devotion, ten years of strife to this head-dizzying life.
Parentless, faithless, discontent, and honest. I am still here, despite your fondness.
What does this new year you bring, 2016?
Will it be silver and stars or more from above? Will it be answers to questions I've asked out of love?
Should years define paths and perceptions? Or should they exist only in 365 dimensions?
There's nothing I'll miss about 2015. Though in this leap year I'll have one more day to dream.
One more day to pick a fight. One more day to night. One more 24 to last four years. One more day for cheers and for jeers.
However I accept you 2016, there are no expectations to glimmer and beam.
I ask you to be nice, if not neutral at best. Provide me the strength to continue this test.
My guidance is light to the core of my being. Be kind to this kid and he will shine from the ceiling.
Walking this earth alone, he cannot fathom or bemoan another test like the last. A year so odd, a year not fast.
This year so strange, a year in passing to leave in it's place. 2015, just go please now in grace.
For a new calendar rises amongst the ashes of yore. 366 days we have in store.
Happy New Year.
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