Note on the situation:
Today they cut off the water, a lazy start of the day. A sick and drained out mother and a deadbeat sister wake up with 5 hour differences to their sleeping schedule of 1 to 3 am. One coming home from distractions another from sex downstairs.
Poor kid got her whole life to fill but the sink won't fill her cup half way. Maybe the zero's on their bank could've looked better with a working father who now lives out their sight, but hey, who's to judge him or anyone but God? But who's God anyway, but a simple form of no form that seemingly controls everything since he created everything, cause that makes him even more righteous. When the mood bores to your soul you thought you healed, it kinda makes you feel defensless without fighting it and it's a terrible feeling of defeat.
Giving up by not doing anything. Not doing anything I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING WHY AM I NOT DOING ANYTHING.
But damn it, the fact that i'm still smiling even though this situation is horrifying to be in and realize its been here for awhile, makes me feel so concerned for my well being but at the same time I've got unsaid faith that everything will be alright. So let the toilet growl and let the sink be dry with a beaten to the pulp essence of family, cause I'm alright.
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Note on the situation
PoetryLife can be kinda shitty, whether the storm settles and the raindrops are stored, I still got ink worth wasting.
