ma2

It's strange posting here. I've been gone so often for so long now. There's a new year around the corner. There'll be a new year. I need a marker, someplace to turn around from. It's all in my head but the new year makes me hopeful. The new year plays tricks on my mind, letting me entertain vague notions that change is on its way. As though change, chance, fate or any other force at work cares about our calendars. The time is now. It was yesterday. But still I'm waiting. I'm the passenger that never gets on the bus. I'm just standing here. I'm just here.