Today I can’t seem to lift the corners of my mouth. Today I can’t seem to breathe in fresh air. Today it seems I have reached a dead end and I can’t find my way back to my core. Today I just want to hide. And I think it’s okay. As long as I believe that tomorrow can change. Tomorrow may show the light. Tomorrow may be different. Tomorrow I may not be the same. Tomorrow is not today.
44 // Not Today
