I can’t seem to throw away this notion that there is inherent good in others, despite how they act and how far they will go to make you believe that they are something that they aren’t.
I can’t seem to throw away the things and people that no longer serve any purpose in my life except to keep me exactly where I am.
I can’t seem to throw away my hope that we, as a species, are evolved, despite being animals with shoes.
I can’t seem to throw away the image burned in my mind of what constitutes a beautiful relationship, despite the outside sources (and my own logic) that contradict such a glorious sight.
I can’t seem to throw away the voice mail on my phone that I listen to from time to time, even though the light in the voice is gone.
I’m just full of garbage.