these days, I was I was six again...
one day I will drown in my obvious ignorance and debate the pros and cons with the only one who ever relly listens.
some days bring clarity and others bring rivalry, but everyday leaves me feeling envious of the sun, able to take a break from it's life if only for a while.
just the other day I was tredding on a dream and able to swim, and now I am looking up into the refracted reality where every bad thing looks bigger than it is and even though I reach for the shore line, I always end up with a fist-full of nothing.
and every day seems more hopeless than the last.
some days bring clarity and others bring rivalry, but everyday leaves me feeling envious of the sun, able to take a break from it's life if only for a while.
just the other day I was tredding on a dream and able to swim, and now I am looking up into the refracted reality where every bad thing looks bigger than it is and even though I reach for the shore line, I always end up with a fist-full of nothing.
and every day seems more hopeless than the last.