Stubborn Doors.

i don't preach out the perfect answers.
i don't know all there is to know.
she calls me wise, but i definitely am not the sharpest tool in the shed.

i'm stuck.
like gum on a shoe, i am stuck and holding on.
holding on for hope.
but hope never seems to like me when times are tough.
or even if they are easy.

it seems to me that life never opens doors. it may grant you windows, but you have to struggle to slip out.
the doors that were there get shut.
shut down like every other place.
"please, get out of my face."

people who get favored are lucky.
damn lucky.
and the ones who deserve it get clobbered.
no matter whether you are standing victorious at the end of a battle.
somehow, poison comes your way.
even in the form of something you love.

H&M worry about me.
they are who i call heroes.
not i, no no.
i am not a hero.
none of us are really. unless we give up everything.
give up everything for strength.
speed.
empowerment.

man, i just wish i could run.
far, far away.

and never look back.

with love and light,
eve morgan