the feeling of flicking 2014 from your fingers like a
that you haven't finished but feel satisfied with it's
partially guilty for feeding
the sore ache of overburdened lungs,
pressing yourself like a bruise.
the cigarette is gone,
the washing realization that
from this second on
you are brand new.
the world is an oyster
but theres an entire menu
you've yet to glance at