xxxx: today will be better! i swear.

[urbanfabric]

life's a bit of a mess right now.
the small shelves that used to house my despair broke;
leaving splinters and a flood of regret.
i'm still sweeping the dust up.

the new stars album sounds so rich.
whenever i hear them, i grow up a little more each time.
i am going to wait, until the air is brisk & the veins of leaves dim,
to really, truly listen to it.

i'm so glad to have found them.
i'll be better soon.
things could be worse; i am better off than most.
but repeating that mantra never helps healing, does it?