November Never Remembers

love comes and loves goes, the tug-a-war i play with her is beginning to seem like a losing battle. words no longer matter. actions no longer matter. being alone and out on the road has become my daily ritual. i've learned to accept it and live with it. one day it will pay off big time and i'll be happy in the long run. i thought coming home would make me happy this time around but the same shit happens endlessly and i'm back where i started. no one really misses another and there are no winners in this life. the city for the shitty. quote me now and never forget, "things are golden, even if you can't see past the silver lining."