Dear 2016, I win.

Dec 31

Dear 2016,

You think you won. You think you got the better of me. Of all of us.

But you’re wrong. So ppfffftttthhhhh.

You took artistic giants – over and over you took them – but we still float like a butterfly, sing in the purple rain and whisper carelessly. The force – and the Space Oddity – are still with us.

You took our election and gave it to a madman, but passionate, organized fighters still guide us through the darkness as we insist that all humans are created and treated equally.