"New Year's Day"

#0040. It is the promise of a new beginning, but don't misunderstand me: I hate beginnings. I hate them because they gnaw on the bones of endings. And endings? Oh, dear Alice. Oh, dear Alice. Oh, dear Alice, it's the endings that hurt me the most. The twilight comes and I can feel all of time's black tendrils recoil. I began this year, like so many, in my prison cell. In his prison cell. The new tendrils overtake the old and cuff me. I am under their spell. Happy New Year,