Three Hundred Dollar Sunglasses Can't Hide the Tears....

Feeling desperate.
Hoping that if I fill every possible inch of space, every possible instance,
every possible moment with something other my own thoughts,
I can push the sadness away.

I know better. But I don’t.

So I turn up the volume on the iPod, hoping to drown out that wandering mind.
Work endlessly to exhaust the body so the mind has no fuel to drift.
But the body becomes over worked and the mind becomes desperate.

I know better. But I don't.

So I work harder.
Filling every possible inch of space, every possible instance,
every possible moment with something other my own thoughts,
hoping I can push the sadness away.