Beginning

Isn't it funny how time can be spent, wiled away without thought to consequences? Most days, nothing gets done, and it's the main reason that this year is slipping through my grasp. There is guilt, but a kind of guilt that is easily ignored, much like the chill of winter when in the right company. This is just another way to get through it all, another way to pretend, another way to be free. It won't be wasted, no matter what.