What happened to this thing?
When did I decide to let it whither and die? Am I giving it life right now?
As a couple sits to my left, possibly engaged in sexual interactions. Her hand, possibly on his member.
Is that the life this thing needs?
Or the gentlemen to my right debating how hard it actually is to quit smoking? To cease breathing smoke into one's lungs?
Is that the life required to keep a blog alive?
To keep my fingers moving on these keys?
I'm not sure.
But I've been a victim to a toxic relationship that has fallen apart and I've been sticking my days out with hope for better days in the future and I've been here.
I've been here.
I've been here.
Is that enough?
