07 - 110 Days

110 days ago I left. I had to leave everything I knew behind. I couldn't stay, despite what some people tried to tell themselves.

110 days later I still can't return. Again, despite what some person(s) try to tell themselves.

110 days ago I decided to go on a journey. An attempt to find the hope that had been lost, or more accurately put, taken.

110 days later I've found nothing. At least nothing I've been looking for. What I have encountered strips away any good I have scraped together in the last three and a half months.

Today I wonder if there is any hope to be found.

Tonight (like every night) I ask for the next day to finally be better than the one prior.

Tomorrow I still strain to keep my nostrils above the surface.

I guess that's all there is to say for now.