Rambling Mad

everyday

you’ve lived a little more

than you did yesterday,

and you’re dying a little more

than you were yesterday.

i am rambling mad. i am alone, yet surrounded by people. the cons of being only semi-independent. i hate how alone i am, but i want more of it. i’m caught between trying to please everyone i meet and looking out for myself.

i fail miserably at both.

right now, i find solace in the written word. yours, mine, theirs.