What We Tell Ourselves

Sometimes we tell ourselves things that are in no way true or relevant. Sometimes we repeat things until all of the truth disappears, and we are left with the empty words struggling to be said. We depend on the sun to come out because it always has, we expect people to apologize because they always do. The world is a broken record, at all of the words don't mean a thing if they lose their groove. These are the words, these are the people, these are the stories.