MayDay

Another Friday rolls in, another month, time has lost most of its meaning if you cannot glean it from the turning leaves. You gather little morsels of success, little nuggets of checked lists under your belt but too many hours while themselves away into grains of sand and float away. You are just one focused lens from realizing your emptiness, but if you can hold that thin veneer at bay for just a little longer, maybe (just maybe) you can make it out of this alive.

One day you will be better than you are now.

Just remember that.