Sometimes, life just fails you.
Life doesn't become what you tried to make of it.
You just want to go.
You want your life back.
Maybe it's the people.
"Surround yourself with memories, girl.",they say.
The memories just make sorrow.
Maybe it's your hobbies?
"Go find something to do, girl.", they say.
You're as busy as can be, managing.

You hang your head low and watch the ground.
Back to your desk.

"I liked you better when you were writing.", some say.
I did too.
And here you find yourself.
Going back.

All through your writing.
Funny how that works.

Jinx3scape Jinx3scape
22-25, F
Dec 12, 2012