Keeping up with keeping on.
It's more strenuous than it sounds. Staying hopeful when you feel helpless, this feels like delusion.
I'm floating my gifts, all of which go unnoticed, under-appreciated, unacknowledged.
...and I can totally relate.
I'm selling myself...
...just coming up short.
I'm wasting my life, a floundering mess.
Not directionless, just affectionless.
A pretty mouth, with more to offer than you care to know.
I'm lacking in spirituality, not in formality.
Just ask my mother, she'll tell you...
...and me.
"So much potential",
What a shame.
"it's her own fault",
Even though I've never lived up to my word.
"We all hoped for more from that one",
but we can't remember her birthday.
She says, she said, she's saying...
It's all a gift, one that's not returnable, it's indeterminable, unreliable, unreasonable, inconceivable. Unbelievable.