And tomorrow is just another trap.
Then the months pass, and you look around and nothing has really changed, except that you feel smaller, quieter, and tired in ways that sleep can never fix.
You tell yourself, maybe next week. Maybe next month. Maybe next year.
But I already know the truth.
The truth is, you can want all the change in the world, but wanting it is not enough.
You keep staring at the door, convinced that someday you'll walk through it.
Yet you never take the step.
And on some nights, that's all you can do—
stare . .