I'm finding myself in a reflective state.

Not wanting to start the new year as it is inevitably going to end.

Holding my breath as I attempt to quickly rip off plasters.

It's better when it's done faster... isn't it?

Concerned because each plaster contains a piece of my DNA and I'm not so sure that I'm content discarding that along with yesterdays used tissues and today's bitter frustrations.

Uncontrollable situations...

Truths left untold

Sit back and let it unfold?

Not so easy when it gives me comfort to keep hold.

Maybe time will tell...