until the seven stars go squawking
by saturnalia

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3:: seventh of february, twenty seventeen

02/08/2017

Yesterday, I had my first day of training at a new job. It felt like a new beginning.

I moved a lot as a kid.  I liked it. I always love turning a new page--

new year, new me--

it usually ends up being the same me, but the potential is exciting, I guess.

Can you love change too much?

Sometimes it's nice to appreciate what you have.

But when I feel contentment settling in,

I want to shake it off--

feels like moss creeping up, tethering your ankles.

 

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