This was a year that we all faced reality.
|2013 but with a few more days remaining, a year of trial unsought. a face that has not turned at least not yet. he has not moved, no signs nor trails left. questions are not important.
a year of trials, words heard, actions drag, they drag on and on from one to the next. nothing is meaningful, no substance. as seasons wave, clouds move, the sky overflow with tears.
always need funds to supply obligations, somehow managing. issues gain and reports are silent if not violent or tragic in the world.
we are aging without our mirrors daily. existing. nothing accounts to much.