the strangest things keep me moving

 the allure of my favourite jumper in the morning, a leaf winding its way to the earth, monty sitting on my feet, going for a beer, thinking thuoughts like "thisis sure something, one day i will understand why and live a quiet life with real friendship and solace. i look forward to it because the sad fact about depression is that you dont get to escape your problems even whenn you die so im really just a tourist in this lfe. nice to see you, there you go, here i am. i might take a mental snapshot of something unique about you to always remember, while i just kind become more and moe of a drifter away from all those dreams i had a s a little girl. im so sad ffor myself but theres still beauty everywher