The hazel sky and all the skyscrapers.
You barely remember you’re even there.
There is a time that you’re being conscious of the reason you’re in at first.
There is a realization that we might get a hold of this all.
The repetition and the fear.
The fear of every little things and some bigger ones.
There is no mountain high enough, you repeat that to yourself.
Much enough that you forget what’s the meaning behind all the encouragement.
And start a new day.
Maybe the same day.
In constant replay.
We might get a hold of this all, you repeat that to yourself.
This time you’re not sure what’s the meaning behind it all.
But you keep showing up every day.
Maybe it’s a sign that you aware of all the blessing.
Maybe it’s a sign of not knowing how to feel about it all.
Yet, we are here.
Showing up.
In constant replay.