hey
good morning
watch
the sun come up

amongst tears-

for the rollercoaster of
2010 i still
lie, a
tearful insomniac

trying
to breathe
in
and out

i drift
towards 2011
i sense the most subtle
tears, imperfections,
on her otherwise pristine
white dress.

she beckons to me,
almost with a hint of
desperation







what door will I arrive at?
could it possibly be in

2011?

mindfulness

come back
come back


gently
a thousand times




come back