I have learned
the weight of words
and the limits of elastic skin.

It was once
one hell of a year

and that too has changed.
Storms that once raged
without warning,
without reason.

There is value in endurance

at least
my heart is not so empty
at least
my head is not so heavy

and I can see the light
at the end.

—  Michelle K., That Too Has Changed.
Maybe this time around, three hundred and sixty-six days won’t seem like an eternity. Maybe this time, I’ll enjoy them. Maybe this time I’ll fill them with happiness instead of hoping it to come along on its own. Maybe two thousand sixteen is the year things end up being good.
—  2016, please be extraordinary. (via fraagmented)