December and forever will sink into the backdrop, pulling curtains closed and resetting the stage for a never ending production where life’s lessons play roles of insignificant props, because how the actors stumbled upon entrance is all the more important (how they stutter on their closing line is ever so important) Scene by scene and salvation in the lowest notes, you pick apart the symphony’s tiniest of falabilites over miracles, didn’t anyone let you know (didn’t anyone sew) that there’s no such thing as broken, that these needles holding no thread only riddle your skin with more holes?

Oh, how you made it all seem so simple almost made me feel sorry for you.

January and all never’s will rise to reality anew, throwing bottomless  pitfalls with given one second escapes (until you realize that the end’s just another maze), wrongs and rights juxtaposed with personal gain, and greed will always weigh more on the scale. Watch closely as the balance tips, the sky will signify victories held over the cause (will shoot for stars and crash to the depths of hell just for the process between) and we’ll laugh together as malicious schemes will consume their creators, envelop us in well deserved sadistic irony until the first point gives hopes of going through it all again.

Oh, how you made it all seem so simple...