This shit is heavy.

Everyday is a new slate to fuck up.

Everyday, an opportunity to do worse.

Everyday, a new chance to slip into destructive tendencies.

The ones you try to run from.

Unaware of the fact that they’ve been creeping up on you the whole time.

This feels like the fastest decline.

Further.

Deeper.

Sharper.

Bleaker.

It’s like trying to fill up a beaker that has holes in it.

The more you pour in the more it drips.

Everyday you can end up worse than everything you’ve been working towards.

Worse than the darkest of your inner thoughts.

Worse than where you are, because you’ve retreated back to where you was.

Stored emotions start to pour.

You’re sure you’re going through it.

Like glimpses of good thoughts running through my memory.

Everyday I feel more suffocated.

Like maybe there’s more for me.

More to my everyday than I’ve been making of it.

More in store for me.

The things placed right at the edge of my fingertips,

But not quite in my grip.

Be careful before you fumble and lose trace of it.

Everyday could be a chance for me to pursue that.

All that I am longing for.

Maybe knock on heaven’s door.

Trying to find forgiveness for lost religion that left me long ago.

I’m sure it gets better you know.

Everyday a new chance to find and purse my passion.

Dig my dreams up out the dumpster where I left them.

Be better for myself because that’s truly all that’s left here.

Everyday should be a new chance to make it,

WHAT I MAKE IT.

Feels like I’ve been up in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber training

and bettering my mind-state.

And now I’m stepping out on the other side ready for the world.

I know me and the Universe got some shit to talk about.

But for some reason I think we have everyday to figure it out.