Where have you all gone in life?

Are you pursuing your dreams? Are you doing something meaningful, are you content, do you have a purpose when you wake up in the morning?

She explained it to me so easily. You don't need a purpose if you don't wake up, you don't wake up if you don't go to sleep. Don't go to sleep and you won't even notice it's morning- until the sun rising burns your eyes so badly it makes you want to twist the blinds shut so they snap. Your eyes are always blurry now, from the smoke rising in front of them, in that mechanical motion.

Inhale-exhale. It's become the only thing you can count on, a promise kept, a need basic enough to cancel out every other. You're awake because electricity is singing through every nerve, and your stomach feels like a rotting hole as the pounds steal away. Shelter is when you'll spend the night walking inside super lit Wal-Mart with your super lit brain waiting for a ride to somewhere you'll find that little bit of life, so everything is alright, it will be just fine. Inhale. Exhale.

Did she choose this over a 9 to 5, did she waste every opportunity, was she always so selfish? Go ahead and, please, judge again. She had meaningful as a daily chore, she had motives beside hard morals, she took every chance with an open heart, she searched and she searched. She looked so hard she found her dreams buried in dirt. Devastation will rip you apart, it will beat you down, it will take all you have until all you can do is Inhale. Exhale.