Change

I used to hate driving.
I used to not go out... anywhere.
I used to hate rap/hip-hop/R&B and anything dancy.
I used to hate being a wheel.
I used to hate waiting, being patient, and the like.
I used to not mind not replying.
I used to never noticed details.

Then i drive until my knees swell.
Go anywhere I can, always be available.
Listen and review whatever genre that's needed.
Revel in the happiness of others.
And I am still waiting.
Alone.
Scrutinizing every detail.

After all that, I still have to prepare for a graceful crumble... yet again.

It Doesn't Hurt

It's not like you broke a bone, tore your skin, or something. It's a little blip on the chest. So what?

It's nothing so it shouldn't be a big deal. People go through far worse. It shouldn't affect the way you think and feel. It shouldn't affect the way you perceive and judge things. It's the regular course of life. There are ups and downs and even if one side is severely favored, that's the way it goes.

Enjoy the simple things in life: three square meals a day and a roof over you head, the occasional stick of cigarette or two.

It doesn't hurt. It shouldn't, right?