when all the razzle dazzle of Christmas has died down, and the streamers and confetti are swept away... the dust settles once more and life goes on in the same way it always has.

the nightmare after christmas has begun

you look at me and i turn away. some things, perhaps, are too good to be true - too perfect to stand the test of time. soap bubbles are pretty in the sunlight. before they float into nothingness.

as the raindrops roll down the window pane.. and the constant pitter patter of rain on tin roofs threaten to drive me crazy, i glance at the us in gilded frame and know that only time will tell.

only God knows if the colours will fade to grey.