Keep Walking

There is of course almost always more to say. Yet the words needed seem very few.
Last year held many happy moments, and I regret little of what I have done. But in the end, the result of last year is a drained, bleak feeling. A tiredness working through my bones and a dazed sort of despair seeping into the mind.

I have no promises for next year. Only the hope that it'll be better and that I'll do better.