9/12/2008 - forget december

december sure feels different this year.

and i know just the reasons why.

and for the first in a very long time,

there will be no trinkling goblets of whiskey in the Scottish Isles,

or the gentle descent of snow as my boots trughed along winter's path

to feel the void in the busiest of life,

nothingness in the emptiness of night,

yet yearned for it in the cageness of plight.

life is still a drug.

pulsating in pockets,

dimming the next. 

and it was still,

silent,

as if dormant.

will it awaken next winter?

the anticipation of the new year,

its a million miles on the back of my consience.

forget december,

its only better.

for it is but a rite of passage.

one to be forgotten by memory.