she's standing on a line between giving up and seeing how much more she can take

when you breathe you inhale and you exhale. 

but every single time you do that 

you're a little bit different than you were before. 

we're always changing. 

& it's important to know,

that there are changes you can't control, 

& others that you can.

(& i can't..)

it just lingers & changes & morphs into this... difference. 

it becomes this foreign air 

that seems to be infiltrating my love of the present. 

& my feelings are mixed and vague. 

& sometimes, when this happens, 

it's easy to feel like

 you're the only one in the world 

who's struggling, 

who's frustrated, 

who's lonely, 

or unsatisfied at barley getting by. 

& you know that all this is just a feeling, 

a side effect, of change.

(that feeling is a lie.)

& i suppose that if you just hold on; 

just find the courage to face it all for one more day, 

it will all be okay. 

change will come and it will slowly leave. 

& like the memories of times passed, it will appear again,

unannounced, oddly welcome, 

and clearly misunderstood all at the same time. 

but throughout all of our lives, 

we'll just have to keep in mind 

that at the end of the day...

all 

you 

have 

is    

tomorrow 

morning