For the new me, may never be found; because you see, the idea is unsound.

What is newness? Is it true?

I find that I am seldom new; and often, always, built by two.

There’s who I was, and who I will be … then somewhere in between, there’s me.

Propelling forward, pulled by past, knowing resolutions will not last, if I don’t love the parts of me, that are the now, and the infinity. ~ a poem by ~ 𓌂 © Danielle, #DAMCL ™, @DsEnlightenedEdits ™®🌈 𓌂©𝐰𝐰𝐰.𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐂𝐋𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦 ™®𓋹;
© January, 2022.