As the cold creeps in, and the sun dims, what is it that we really long for? What is it that makes us remember why we want to be? What is it that lifts us and brings us to life?
Some days, there are no answers to this question. Some days, when all odds are in your favor, you'll still find a way to fail. How can you keep dreaming of a world full of color when there is nothing but gray inside of you?
Find yourself. Be yourself. That's what they say. Some days they are wrong. Some days there's no one too find or become. Some days it's too hard.
Today is one of those days.
"Don't forget to tell them about me, remind them I was once good"