I wish I could be there when the date 9999 A.D. changes to the new year of 10K01 A.D.

My love was tired but then suddenly my love awakened.

2020 comes with 20th day of each month. 20 20 20. 2020 vision insight for new visions. I hungered for the coming change of future during 2019. I think it is time for transformation for new to begin.

I was not outspoken during the year of the pig, silent fasting during the fast year of the pig. I did not feed the feeds.

2020 changes. Numbers change. Past old calendar numbers changed, 2019 will never be again, new future calendar numbers come with new changes. The year of the pig is ending. Tomorrow the year of metal rat begins, new beginnings new cycle.

What has changed is when I am no longer spending the time to unfollow unfollowers. My time and energy is bound to take me places. I still spend my time gracefully.

What hurt the most was the time limits of a fabricated past, fabric beads of time weaving dreams in and out, the time master had no mercy in the etching of beads of seconds turning into countless years. The nights bleed. Compromised author control trap them all forever in pages.

The bird of freedom phoenix inside a photographic artistic Venture forever caught inside the art of the pages in the story there was no freedom from the author artist who held all the control and would not let them go.

A letter from 2020. It is time for change. No more lies. Time for change has been long overdue for a long time now. Sincerely, 2020

The story trapped the bird of freedom forever in the art, or a book, caught in the design. Fabricated with a dream fabric weave. The characters of a story inside feelings of no self control because the author had all the right hand control with every stroke of pen Penmanship.