While having a cigarette earlier this afternoon, I saw a family walking down the sidewalk just outside of my office building; a mother, a father, and a toddler no more than three years old... I wondered to myself how they're doing... They seemed happy and alive, but I couldn't help thinking that nothing is what it seems... I've become so cynical, almost losing that streak of optimism that once thrived. I don't like the feeling...I despise it, will fight it, and rip it out of my being...I refuse to give in...to give up that fire...the passion that makes me be; that feeds my soul...
I'm trying... God only knows how much I'm trying...
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