Hanging On

December 28, 2016

I keep yearning for the unknown.

I hold on tightly to something that I can feel deteriorating...slipping...

right in between the webs of my fingers.

 

I cling onto the idea that these moments will pass,

and that those moments are overdue.

What am I even waiting for ?

Something that is only a figment of my imagination.

Living in a fantasy gives me hope- for a better today; for  a better tomorrow. 

Constantly appeasing to others, left there cold and depressed , while my answer to you will always be yes.

Nothing will ever keep me from running. 

I force myself to keep looking upward- where the sky shifts from day to night- dusk to dawn. 

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