Last year not only I, but the World, was in a very different place. 

The World shuddered collectively, under the weight of many trials and hearts

breaking and grief flowed freely from many, including

I, who was lost in time and space, drifting along the current with nothing

to hold onto, until I saw Him. He was a million day dreams wrapped into a

a tall, slender form; stars of a thousand galaxies poured into a cream mug. 

He steadied me and in turn, I began to slowly steer myself along 

the winding river of new experiences. Even waking up no longer felt stale, but fresh,

like morning dew on the leaves of a sprouting flower.

Now, just as a flower grows unhurried in the paces of the world, I pace 

with slow, measured steps of my own.