Sometimes it seems as though nothing ever changes and we are stuck in a never ending cycle. One were hope peaks in their absence and crashes in their presence. The same words are used as bullets and touching seems familiar. When history creates habits hard to break, it’s difficult to look passed all the bad.
Nothing has changed and I still feel the same, but every time I try to bridge the distance between, I get shoved back with both hands. And how many times can one person justify standing an arms length away, hoping for things to be different, to be better?