"THINGS WILL GET BETTER"

The meaninglessness in everything.

When the only time you feel hope is the four minutes and eleven seconds of a song, or the quick driving by someone's house at night, where you accidently see their whole life through the kitchen window.
But even then, it's just dreams, you know that whatever happiness you're feeling is temporary or pretend.

And even memories of childhood vacations don't help like they used to.
Dreaming of future plans just makes it worse 'cos it's always impossible excursions with mostly made up men.

Pouring salt onto old wounds that should have been healing by this point.
A teenage heartthrob. A top 40 hit. The smell of rain before a storm.

And the next morning you wake up feeling like maybe everything will be okay,
and you lose your appetite again,
and all you can think to do is close your eyes and listen to that song on repeat.

Promises of happy dreams.
At least we can hope for that.

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