I woke up today. I got up, got dressed and prepared myself for work.
Most of the time, I just throw clothes on and run out the door.
Very rarely, I have some ritual to complete before I leave the house.
If you are looking for honesty, I am not living, but surviving. Looking forward to trips, dreams, fantasies and simple things is the only reason I am here.
Without it, well you already know.
Sometimes I have hope that I will wake up happy and content with my life. Most of the time I know it will never be the case.
I am forever in a foggy haze walking through life with one shoe full of holes and the other filled with rocks. As I dragged myself out the door, I don’t think about a future. I just know I have to move forward.
If surviving is what I have to do in order to get to living, so be it.