Better Days

August 10 2011

I may stumble, I may fall, I may not be at my best at all times, or if ever at all

But I try, I try hard, I fight with all that I have. I hope of better days, dream of better paths.

I dream of waking up to your smile, to your warm touch.

I caress the night. I wait for the morning.

I pray that I wake, to another blessed day.

I fight a never ending fight,  a duel between two opposing teams, inside myself.

I can never lose, but I can never win.

It is a harsh life.

In dreams, you are what I crave, but when I wake, I have no idea who you are.

I don’t know whether to pursue or run…

or do I stand still, to let it, let you, consume me…

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