Purpose

i surrender to the day. i wake up to white walls, and decide how i will color my mood. i am fatigued. i know i don’t have to be. i can get up, energize myself, but everyday i consider doing nothing. i could just lay for hours never truly waking, but there is a hunger…

my father’s laughter taught me that some things may appear hollow, but still have matter, existence, inside, that space is always occupied, but can still manage room for change   buried deep within – g.c.