So this is not a word on my list and actually only 99 words and this is me updating a year later, but whatever right?


It wasn't something I noticed much anymore, the soft burning sensation in my heart that I get when too much life has passed me by. On the subway, or by the train tracks, or in the woods near my aunt's summer home that we no longer visit.

It's a sensation burning away what is left, hopeful. In these days there isn't much to hope for anymore.

My mother once told me that life would reward me, because if I was a good boy that goodness would be recognized by others. That idea lives within me next to Santa Claus.