i bit my tongue.

i was eating pasta

and closed my jaw

a bit too hard.

how is that fair?

a silly little mistake,

and i’m destined

for a night of despair.

it’s cold and it’s dark,

and i’ll never be loved,

because i’m the girl

who bit her tongue.

Is it really a tragedy if the Earth were to shake?

If Mother Nature were to wake up and rid herself of the pests that inhabit her body?

Would it not be selfish?

For me to turn to my friends?

To cry to my loved ones?

To hold their hands in mine and weep what we had?

Who am I to mourn what was never really mine?

How do you approach

A

Puzzling,

Predestined

Year.

Never will you be prepared.

Even if you bask in the summer,

Winter will come.

You must adapt to the

Everlasting

Acceleration that

Resides in time.