one can only try yo be...

the good life, in the making no one is willing to participate in.

the great loner once again out on a solo limb awaiting what will never come to grin.

facers fade in the mind through time when patience gives up on hope.

shaking off the feeling of there's no place like home.

as being left alone is the peace that drives the heart deeper than the mind can reach.

there's no pleads.

just moments of ants that give needs to survive.

it's hard to force a smile through the distraught thoughts losing memory while still alive.

forgetting familiar smiles that curve in their own way.

but isn't it just another fragment loosening self to individualize within expressions upon the face?

truthfully all is walking simultaneously either strangers appearing to still frames caught in a once upon a time ago.

no no no no.

don't believe in the subtle reinvention of who's beneath the surface that they can go without.

silence is so loud.

as the release of emotions to settle the nerves calm a new way to live.

recreating a better version those who choose to not participate will ever get to know a fuck that was to give.

depths squeeze from sacred friction the pour out what was supposed to be into an empty slate.

just to protect the purity to never to return the same way they disregarded with so much hate.

damn if there's just not enough life to act as if whatever is what it'll be at any cost.

damn if it were only possible to go through a forever to be limited to see luv'd ones learn prior to losing what cannot be bought.

one can only try to be.

to make sense of everything so fresh until it becomes a norm that isn't a necessity.

lived under condition where everyone, no matter who, must go down their own path.

as words of wisdom must yield at some point to give way for experiences to evolve to create their own past.