Ambs6

Tomorrow, with all its promises, feels like it will never come. Even when it does, it doesn't seem to have arrived. Make the best of today, they say... although today is never worth the trouble. So, we look at the lessons of yesterday, only to find that nothing was learned. Where does my hope lie? In the pills of yesterday, the pills of today, or the pills of tomorrow? Yesterday didn't work. Today is sedating. Tomorrow will be another 60mg of a proposed solution. Perhaps my hope should rest neither on the days nor the medication, but rather in myself. My clinically depressed, awkward, anxious self. But, my self is what c

... and I sat inside your hand, just looking at the photographs, a kaleidoscope of everything we planned. And I stumbled on the truth as the collection began to fall apart just like all we had ever been. So tell me of that scarlet sorrow, tell me of that vague tomorrow, (I'll?) pretend it never meant a thing.   Go on that journey set for nowhere, tell me when you're gonna get there, it never really felt (was?) that far. If you choose it, let 'em have it, there are no roadblocks between planets, the sun has never shone so bright. In the end you've succumb to the neverending tide, of a world with nothing left to lose..