Working towards... something
So my life is on the rise... maybe... it could be the other way. It depends on perspective I guess. Its tough to express feelings and work towards an uncertain goal. Nothing is certain after all, but today seems manageable. Much more manageable than yesterday or the day before. The way the heart anchors my soul is crazy but it is what it is, I use the word hopefully a lot and I hate it but sometimes that's all that drives me. Hopefullys...
I wish things were more certain, but if I cant be and my feelings cant be and everything around me orbits on its own then this mad existence I am venturing on has decided to spare me a little longer in some aspects and completely anihilate me in others. I will count my stars lucky and be grateful for the good, grief the bad, and when it comes to anger, I still don't know how to let that come out. I laugh the anger away which is soo ******** up.
