new year, new me

tfw you come to yourself at the stroke of midnight, new year aborning, riding the boards of a great ship, entering a town in darkness by water, entering your home to find yourself already there, the two of you and your matching faces making eye contact, the one who was there first still typing this message, gesturing for you to sit before setting out for the docks and all that’s left is to post this and find out what’s being inherited by renouncing the sea for your shadowy twin and their social media accounts