PRIME TIME

It took me until my body broke down to realize I had more to offer than being tough. The struggles of doing the right thing in wrong environments or doing good in bad situations, is like getting tossed expired food as a reward every time you help someone with their groceries.

You stop caring. Because all you see is people asking to be harmed. Eventually that pain shifts you to wake up. You feel the calm pleasure of night winds pillow talk. Or morning birds chirping and welcome a noise opposite gossip, or guns yelling duck, dive, die.

Chasing good thoughts instead of shaking bad ones until my head aches is where I rest at now. But only for a short time, because I don’t wanna get stuck watching my past run down my future.