On the first page of 2019 I wrote:
“Body aching.
Soul empty.
Mind tired.
January is hard. A reminder that life only ever gets harsher. Hope, a mirage.
‘Foxes have holes and birds have nests
Other men have families
A place they can call home and find their rest
But what is there for me?’
-Crownbearer”
I wrote that entry thinking I was reflecting on the...
