well its about 3 hours into the new year and it super peaceful nobody is awake in my house and the only sound is the soft crackle of a cohiba between my fingers. like anyone who's ever smoked a proper cigar you find your self deep in thought. electric pulses flowing from neuron to neuron and shuffling through the past memories of years gone past. The cigar was just like my year at the very beginning it was exciting something to look forward to but as it goes on it slowly burns down and the smoke is swallowed by the night. at the end of every year there is this deep sense that i haven't accomplished anything and that it was a year swallowed by the night and impossible to regain it. don't get me wrong there where things that where good but its completely over shadowed by the bad. tomorrow is a new day of a new year that has to be better then the last
-momento mori
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