December 18, 2010 § Leave a comment
i was dressed for success, but success… it never comes.
i’ve realized that at the very end of the day,
in the dark,
the only things that really matter… are simply the quiet things that i know to be true.
things that transcend the day to day or the disappointment.
growing. breathing. at ease.
think back a year
when everything stood at the surface.
a bandage you cut because you don’t know what swims under me.
life is in hard labor.