so...
i think.. i think i know..
but i really cant describe to you how little there is.
i think i am loved.
i think i am above.
i sit here, drinking my water and ice.
tomorrow will come.
same as ever.
i will wake up alone.
and when i awake i will look.
try and feel..
try and move on to a better idea.
but i will tell you now that all i will remember,
is that lingering idea that i was once good.
good enough.
the one enough.
these walls watch me,
and i watch them back.
they are so un-entertaining.
i need the entertainment.
yet again i can just pretend i am good enough to have some kind of,
enjoyment,
love,
satisfaction.
or i can just sit here and cry.
try and remember when i was capable.
good enough.
or perfect.
but for now,
i will drink my water and ice.
and try and remember.
you arent worth my time.
my pillow has given more.