Happy new year!

I made a wish when the fireworks started, and repeated that same wish when it ended.

It was beautiful; I totally saw the intricate details whilst the beautiful tree shrouded it and left parts of it to my imagination.

I could have had a better angle but spending that one moment with family was more important.
Spraying that bottle of thingy at your little brother is more fun,
Tho it is a tiny bit of a pity that fireworks weren't the full sight they could have been.

Still.
Never have I paid so much attention to fireworks, to the mark of the ending of a year.

I guess- Part of me doesn't want this beautiful year to end.
Part of me is scared.

But part of me is all ready to go, too.



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Exhaustion doesn't settle in till you settle down huh
It'll be around 4am when I finally sleep,
So I suppose I'll hop onto the Jane Eyre ship for a little--just a little, for I'm at the Mr Rochester part-- before I decidedly/unconsciously sail off to Snoozeville.

Goodnight world;
Goodbye 2015.

You'll always be the best year I've ever had. *cue cliché emotional music*

Now, let's make 2016 just as amazing, or better yet, even better.