Sometimes is not about what you need. It’s about what those around you need. You will end up drained, exhausted, and spent but you’ll also be giving those you love what they need to go on with life. Sometimes the sacrifice is also the joy.


Looking for something

In every stranger’s eyes

A spark of knowing

A light that shines

All I see is distraction and pain

And thickly veiled thoughts, like a forest in the rain

Maybe it’s just curiosity

Or maybe something more

But isn’t making connections

What we’re really here for?