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.