My old life ended with rain; it washed away during the night. The moon was shining milky white and it lasted until I was ready to begin anew. I woke up in my old life but it was now different. My new life started with sunshine; a bright obelisk assuring me that it was time - it had ended. Bittersweet is the only way to describe the feeling: I’m sad it had to end, but I’m excited for what comes next. We both knew it was goodbye, and it was beautiful to part with such perfection.

This would be thrilling if it didn’t feel so shitty.

I’ve gotta go to bed and sleep off this cold.

Goodnight followers, thanks for following.