Uncertainty.

7:23 a.m.

The sun is rising.
Been up the whole night.
Why do I put myself through this.
It's not as if hope was there to begin with.
I was just, someone nice.
The hope from possibilities of a million maybes; fading.
It's been said that good will eventually outshine anything else.
It's not that I want to give up.
It's just that, you can only try so hard.

"The heartless once cared too much"
I never believed in the absence of love.
Optimism is a strange lover.
She makes you lead yourself,
Into a brick wall.
Well, maybe I was passive.
Maybe.

So what now.
I don't know.
I honestly don't.
Nothing distracts from the thoughts I can't think.
I don't know.

Well, I could be overthinking.

Again...





Jon.