the fires of the past refine the scars of the present
shedding each season, from cresent to cresent
a promise unkept, for the most part i’m visually unkempt
yet my pride and my instincts have kept me alive, for now
but with every new breeze that hits an uncomfortable stride
keeps pushing me back from those desires to want to experience my life
beyond the borders of my anxious mind, and slow down, there’s no rush
i don’t want to ever feel defined, there’s an art in embracing restlessness and seeking more
like a child in a pitch black room, lighting up a torch, and searching
with a new year comes false starts and new challenges, but what remains is the curiosity to keep living, keep being, and keep searching.

songs of the year