Then and Now

Posing for cameras That ran out of film months ago Realizing this time I made it to December without cutting my hair I struggle to stay in the moment And dream of next year Of “getting out” Of this place I absolutely love Dreaming of coconut milk Rain in place of snow And sunshine I’m not sure if it’s better I’ll still be me when I get there And anxiety can cross the ocean without a plane Either way I need to find out for myself Next year this will be then Hopefully I’ve outran my anxiety by now