The little things seems to be the only thing that unravel our close knit seams

interrupt and dismantle our dreams

im at fault for my own uphill battle

it takes repetitve times 

to destroy something with a simple rattle

im at fault for my own uphill battle…
I stretch out my arms and remain silent

its killing us;

my silence…

is it right to be this way to detour the fights

I dont look forward to my nights

but I pray for my nights
in my city it barely rains

but when it pours;

it never drains

i stand in a rising puddle soon to be submerged

Im colliding with the action 

im unresponsive to the urge 

we cant communicate without throwing words…

  

As Always… 

Stay Positive!