Most days, most days, it's going to mean nothing. Everything that you do and say and think, most days, there's no reason for it. Most days, are just as insignificant as they feel- you didn't change anyone's life with your pretty smile- today, you didn't leave your mark on the world. Most days ,you're going to feel like shit, because the one you loved couldn't love you back. Most days, we live a contradictory life of hoping we were made for something great but doing nothing special. Most days, we will live with the pain of letting go of someone we wish we wouldn't have had to. Most days, most days, you'll forget about her. Most days, you won't. But today, today feels like it meant something. Today, feels like last night I woke up in a sweat for a purpose, Today, feels like maybe we shared the same dream, and maybe I was on your mind too. But most days, I won't feel that purpose. Most days, your memory is faded with the new life I've created. Most days, I won't miss you, because there's nothing left to miss. But today I do- Today isn't like most days.
Most Days, (coloringtheworldwithwords)
