my fingers are just as cold as this coffee that i didn't end up drinking and
re-defining necessity and wandering these leaf covered sidewalks until my feet are bruised.
its tiresome and frustrating and disheartning, but im going to stop talking about it from now on.
this trust that keeps coming to mind has been failing quite often and i cant seem to keep the hope from falling away from this unfocused vision and cliched mind repeating, everything works out, something will come up, you'll be ok.
what it comes down to is life. THIS, this is shit. this is frustration. its emotion. its helplessness. but, its LIFE.
its a life worth living, and as long as i can hold onto silver linings from day to day it'll be ok. it'll be good.
oh this life