Lately it's been a blur, as all holidays seem, when time presents you with its abundance and is constantly at your beck and call that it is no longer divided into days and weeks but merely awakening minutes and hours. I regret to inform you that soon we will be bereaved of this luxury. Before my time is up, I would want there to be a resolution. Not the kind you make up together with a litany of other things you wish you would be better at in the next annum. I can feel an undercurrent that sweeps me in the direction further away from the shore. It is progressively gaining stead in my head, as much as the winds blow the opposite way. I dare not believe some things that have been infiltrating my thoughts and I dare not question of it. But they do exist and are not to be dismissed easily. It has been unfair all around, because even though it's not your fault, I just want to get away. It cannot be a simple equation of two people and when there are other factors, all I can see is the impossible future. I wanted to be honest before, but why not live and let live? A sacrifice can go a long way. Can't it be seen that I have not much hope left for these things and if sacrifice can bring my heart peace, then I'd choose peace. Now that January is here, let's go home.