Picturesque life with an ideal family.

 

If only my perception could transfer to a book.

 

Pages and pages of it sloppily written.

 

Where I could give everyone a small glimpse of my outlook.

 

Aimless decisions and purposeless acts,

 

Turn into my haphazard life forged by untouched facts.

 

Forget a day in my shoes

 

Try a day in my mind

 

Pointlessly searching knowing there’s nothing to find.

 

Can’t even handle the harsh reality

 

Hanging from the side of a mountain

 

Trying my hardest to get a grip

 

What makes me more tired? 

 

The searching

 

Or the anticipation?

 

Maybe even the constant disappointment.

 

Wishing for the things that I once had.

 

Forcing myself to keep the pace. 

 

But how can I when half the time,

 

The progress is empty.

 

I miss love, I misjudge,

 

I make up scenarios in my head.

 

Just a misfit without guidance

 

I could end up dead

 

I long for something to wake up for in the morning.

 

A purpose more purposeful than anything ever.

 

I’m yearning.

 

And passionate for all the wrong things.

 

Can I give my flaws a wedding ring?