SNAKE.SKIN
2.18.21
Another unexpected year
Not unexpected in the way unprecedented was unexpected.
Unexpected in the way mortality is a close friend, and death a well known acquaintance. In the way I add one more year to the the tally of a calendar long expired. One who promised to flat-line before it could see a third decade.
So if there’s anything I’ve learned from the baker’s dozen of this tic-toc is to live in lightness. Light enough to go unnoticed by the sandman and quick enough to dodge Azrael.
I only carry weight from the contracts of an agreeable memory. She trades old names and times for presence and fulfillment. Exchanges resentment for forgiveness and bitterness with hope.
I can’t imagine what it feels like to look ahead of yourself, and I’m not so sure I envy that. In a way — the uncertainty of survival has offered madness as a map I enthusiastically notate at every unmaned territory.
If I choose anything for my future is this:
Dead or alive, let my legacy be the one proves I grew strong
in the softest of ways.