letting go

the crane floated away softly. gliding on the water leaving a ripple in its wake. i let out a long breath. now its gone, something i am never going to think about again. just one thing i am letting go of forever.

and thats it. the new tradition. me sitting on my day bed, blasting music, and writing down one thing that i want to forget about this year. i then fold it into an imperfect, just like me, crane and set it free on the pond outside our house. and, its gone. out of my memory forever.

The first one

 The second and first ones

so i plan to do this until the new year, and the day before the new year, i will write my hopes for the new year on a blue crane and set it free with the others.

Love & Probably Over Sentimental Actions,

Emiko