December shifted me
Of all the aspects to change
My dignity remains existent, however feeble
January was the enemy, the one who fought ***** in disguise
Patterns composed of days and weeks, but
moments more vivid than time itself
Unseen, unheard, untasted yet experienced
nonetheless
Only two months from two different years
have we been entangled
Two months, nine weeks
Confused hours of some number, too
broken to count
"all you need is love" once rang so true
Fake is a name that I cannot slap on it
A slap, in the face
Leave behind red stripes
Even so in the past
The stripes, similar to a rainbow's,
colourless after shining the shades of
childhood toys
Trumpets sound happy
But "you're in my veins" resulted in heavy
tears, "every teardrop is a waterfall" screamed through the sleeves of the thick
shirt hung on shoulders weighed down
"apathy" is the answer given, perhaps taken, too blurred glassy eyes whose
brainwaves behind work in overdrive, or
was it just the incident, coinciding?

-cj