  Why do I constantly feel let down? Are my expectations too high? Or have you never been as perfect as my mind portrayed you? &nbsp; The streets are uneven and my eyes won't raise. &nbsp; Why are the meanings to actions never interpreted correctly? &nbsp; Why don't questions have answers? &nbsp; One of those days... (weeks? months? ) where nothing is sufficient and everything only seems to get worse.
Every day spent leaning towards the next. Is one solid hope worth more than a carload of certainties? Tonight I'd beg to differ. &nbsp; Nothing is sustainable I'm only delaying inevitability. &nbsp; Why is it we only miss the past? [why can't heartfelt kisses make another person open their eyes] I wish I could move my eyes elsewhere 
