Will I make it through the month of December?

without getting fired, completly burnt out, or quitting my job? You be the guesser dear reader.

another way

minds on the sleeves
hearts in the mouth
hopes in the breeze
but warmer down south

pockets of joy
chasms of sorrow
detached sentimentalism
avoiding tommorrow

this shall have to suffice for now

memories of eyelids
from the inside
glowing yellow
sun on blankets
childhood so close
cities so far