I would forfeit that pinnacle of now far surpassed happiness for some mediocrity now.
I'm sitting within the outcome, I didn't think it'd be like that.
I am weak and gave up everything to attempt to find some sort of contentment within myself.
Each day chips away, and it's melodramatic, but some way or another not exaggerated.
I have truthfully convinced myself no pleasure can be found pressing forward, but only in glancing back.
I don't mean glancing, I mean head-first just trying not to make a splash, ripple effect, eye of the storm.
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