de ce m ber.

i guess, this time around we were made to think.
and to be stressed is only flexing our muscels.
i am singing
to no one
to everyone.
you are drawing
on the sidewalk of shoulders,
careful to use just enough ink -never wasteful.
and this month has been a long 10 day sigh.
constant coming and going,
crying,
bleeding,
losing and gaining.
and 2010 will come to find everyone changed and smiling,
but now we are frowing.
some of us casting it ouside of ourselves,
some of us keeping it in.
hidden.
no one lacks a sudden mystery.