Some days

Some days you just want to quit at life as a whole.

Some days all you do for everyone else just isn’t enough

Some days you’re just tired of people and want to hide away from the world.

Some days I just can’t do anything right for anybody.

Some days you’re just through with the world. But something keeps you hanging on.

Some days you’re just tired of talking. Tired of arguing, defending yourself, and talked down to like everything is a mistake.

Some days when you could walk out to the ocean and just stand there. engulfed by it’s enormousness and insensitivity and grace.

Some days you cry for no reason.

Some days your dreams are so much bigger than your willpower and hope.

Some days you could just throw your hands up and walk away from it all.

But only some days. Other days are brighter. More hopeful. More light.

Some days are like the first step into the darkened tunnel.

Then there are some days when it feels like the tunnel will never end; forever engulfed in obscurity and darkness.

Some days are the light at the end of the tunnel.