From the last moments that came before giving up keys and clickers, it was all noticed that it was forced in the days before. There was never any friction that would even cause any love to grow from the opposite sides. And there would be no use in trying to justify staying, because there was nothing to think twice about, giving where soo long would be more fitting a good bye would be too sweet.
Nothing twisted up the feeling of fleeing in the silence that staring the world in the face with expected faith. And from the broken jobs of making ends meet walking away was the only truth that was left from living, as what was expecting. There wasn’t anything that twisted up the working class feeling of working through.
And in maybe the tomorrow would show more of the woman that was spilled into, and all would be the stronger foundation in love. But there was no holding breathing in the silence of leaving. Life was always meant to stare forward as the critics always said. There was no winning in fighting every fight just keeping up was enough to breath
And in the times it was recognized to step away with the pride of a man to stand tall even if alone. From the slight sloppy nights watching the night slip by memories would be the foundation of new days and the only words that gave solace was the belief that it wasn’t for the weak of heart and for the strong madness of the world.
Even if it was to slip slightly the world was from the fierce promise to keep eyes open and in the sleeping between the false words and truths of making life work.
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