I don’t want a new beginning of someone else’s ending. I don’t want to walk a path where the footprints of what once were, are all but swept away. Unseen, yet somehow known to be, a long time ago, remembered.
I don’t want a clean slate, but a new slate, where none have trodden before.
I want to forge a new beginning from my own ending, and make a new way, a new day.
I want to make anew under the sun, where nothing ever seems to be.
I want to find a love that has never been loved before and kiss someone who has never been kissed.
At last, I am found wanting.