Trapped

Losing and lost.

Stuck somewhere I don't want to be, when I could be doing other things that would make me happy.

It's dusty and cold and I am sick.

Running marathons to get what I want.

Who would have thought it would be so close?  Not me, for certain.

How can I be in a situation where I can only be proven right at a particular time of the day? Shouldn't I have the goddamn benefit of having the facts right at any given time? Ah I guess there is one way to find out, and It ain't pretty! Hahaha.

Ok that's it for now.

Joaquin out.