11/11/14

They have won 

I feel unworthy 

I flip the page

Six packs - biceps - glutes 

I click the phone on

Swoosh my fingers across the screen 

Scroll down 

I fall deeper into my woe 

Good morning runs and poetically stated daily goals bombard the half dazed conscious that makes a percentage of me whole. I am not sure what to do. 

I click the phone off. 

Can't judge a book by its face 

I look through 

Friends married 

Interesting trips abroad

Chaotic nights out 

I drink my cup of iced tea 

Thirsty for more 

I look at my dog

She looks at me

We are true to eachother 

Is there more? 

She replies there isn't 

I scratch her behind the ears 

We both go to sleep