love save me
So this weekend was a bit of a roller coaster.
Up, down, left, right, zero to one-sixty in two-point-five.
Heartaches and headaches, aches all over like there's something missing inside.
Made plans, broke plans, planned to make it all right again.
In other news. Selling my horse so I can afford school. Going back to school so I can get a scholarship to a better one. Going to a better school to get the fuck out of here. Getting the fuck out of here so one day I can own my own horse without slaving away over somebody else's to make ends meet. Considering getting out of the horse business altogether. Its just too hard to make it a living without stretching from paycheck to paycheck, unable to afford anything else but.
Can't fault my logic, but it still sucks. All I can believe in anymore is the warmth of sunshine on my face. The future is too dark and unknown to be of any comfort, but I'm too afraid of the end to want to skip ahead over all the hard work in between. The sun in the sky, today, maybe not tomorrow, but at least today, is as firm, as solid, as real as I ever hoped love could be.
How can it hurt so much when every other moment but this one feels empty?
Up, down, left, right, zero to one-sixty in two-point-five.
Heartaches and headaches, aches all over like there's something missing inside.
Made plans, broke plans, planned to make it all right again.
In other news. Selling my horse so I can afford school. Going back to school so I can get a scholarship to a better one. Going to a better school to get the fuck out of here. Getting the fuck out of here so one day I can own my own horse without slaving away over somebody else's to make ends meet. Considering getting out of the horse business altogether. Its just too hard to make it a living without stretching from paycheck to paycheck, unable to afford anything else but.
Can't fault my logic, but it still sucks. All I can believe in anymore is the warmth of sunshine on my face. The future is too dark and unknown to be of any comfort, but I'm too afraid of the end to want to skip ahead over all the hard work in between. The sun in the sky, today, maybe not tomorrow, but at least today, is as firm, as solid, as real as I ever hoped love could be.
How can it hurt so much when every other moment but this one feels empty?