Of trying to be enough. Of trying to keep on. Of trying to be everything. As everyone has a personal demon. Dedicated to selfish care. Keeping the world a lonely place.
Funny how things change. In a year, in a month, in a week or a day. Even by the hour or by the minute or second. Whereafter, what once was, is no more, or what once wasn’t, is after. Yet this thing, this thing that I’ve begged to change. To be no more, just keeps […]