The city is filled with long faces
We all wake up and start the cycle
To break it is to live to our full potential
We are resident creatures of habit

A new love awakes in my heart
Filling a void of half-empty syndrome
This month won’t go away
I just want to do the same nothing and call it some other time

January sunk its teeth in my world
It stole away my grandfather
It swallowed my inspiration whole
And the worst part is that it broke the cycle

The streets and sky are still a radiant grey
The waters murky brown and lovely
Clouds hang low and drop rain like bombers
But something seems to trouble me


The longest January
The longest hardship
The broken cycle

01/19/2011

Posted on 01/19/2011
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