what if

this empty yard

behind this empy house

in this empty street

is all im ever meant for?



sometimes its hard to see how it could be any other way.

all i want is some answers.

im doing better.

but im impatient.

i want more.

some people enjoy being messed up. some simply know no other way of living. some depend on their demons to point out their gifts.
well i am neither. i just dont want to feel this way anymore.

im tired
im trying
im suceeding
im failing
things are bad bad bad
things are a new kind of good

"count you blessings baby"
i need to take good advice when its given