Sunday, August 19
"I'm not unfaithful, but i'll stray."
and so they say.
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somehow as we grow older, we stop believing. to be specific, in the things we have little or no control over.
so we look towards things that are tangible, achievable.
and maybe this is where materialism sets in.
our hopes wither, we verbally tell ourselves to move on. but somehow or rather, we consciously backtrack despite knowing that the odds are poor.
humans.
i'm capsized, erring on the edge of safe
