Life can seem so hard sometimes. Having to walk an extra 3 miles because the last bus of the night drove right past you, having to walk that extra 3 miles in the rain with you guitar in one hand and a back pack full of electronics. Then you reading disorder makes you read the numbers on the time wrong making you wait nearly an extra 30 minutes. Waiting for this bus In the rain in lincon hights at 1130 pm, knowing that if they are not taken from you there you may have to say goodbye to them just to make sure that you are able make sure that you are able to eat everyday until unpromised pay check choses to come. Saying goodbye to the left over shatered dreams, hope, and memory that is associated with everything that has gone just to make sure you have a full stomach to give you the energy and strength to remeber the good days. Spending your last dollar to make it to a bed. A bed that promises no satisfaction with the rising sun, dragging yourself out of it at 1230 pm not ready for the pain that comes everyday to start. Not wanting tomorrow to come because you know it will bring you closer to the grim future. You know that tomorrow comes it inches you further off the cliff of failure where few return. The pain of saying good bye to so much coupled with distractions of survival and not being able to plant your feet firmly because of the shattered dreams and hopes cut you feet with every step all make it hard to fight back. Sometimes stay strong isnt good enough
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 05:12:49 +0000
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