December brings feelings. I tried to ignore them. They got worse.

Fight.
Love.
Out.
Wind.

Flowing like the river in Pocahontas, never stepping into the same arena twice,
I sauntered into a new year.
A new person.
A new affirmation.
A new soundtrack.

Termination.
Seasonal.
Forever.

You'd make a beautiful Snow White, princess.
Too bad they'll never see it.