Forever January

An ending. I love and loathe endings, cherish and hate. I covet the dénouement, for in those last moments there exists an endless chain of unspoken possibilities — a renewal, a birth, a new glimmer of hope. And we as human beings cannot help but to race towards the light. It’s an ending in and of itself — but at the end, the light continues on forever. As human beings, we cannot help but to dream that we continue on with it.

Once upon a time, we were in the dark. So it began. And we found light, we raced with it, danced with it, lived in it. But as it began, so it ends.

In the dark.