closed eyes

squeeze hard enough to block out the truth.
the truth that no matter how hard you try, people will still fail you.
you will be let down.
(this is not a pick me up)
the enduring hours that take up minutes of precious hope and optimism, nobody really gets it.
too bad we cant all just admit we are similarly confused.
there is no end in sight to this race that does not end until our legs are turned into mushy pulps of bones and flesh. the grueling existence of trying to live life in the moments worth keeping.
live in a past that is spotted with glimmers of sunlight.
live in a world that is going to boil us to death. slowly getting hotter until before we know it, our brains explode in our skulls.