morning sunsets

as the days go by, it gets better.

eventually when you sleep on issues and you are slowly reminded of sinppets that make up the bigger picture your entire being sees life for what it truly is - just an overglorified wake and sleep cycle. nothing much truly changes. red will always be red, salty will always be salty, and scratching a knife on a bottle will always be the most annoying sound in the world.

at the end of the day, no matter how lonely you spend it, your situation boils down to your reaction to things. it's never as truly bad as you think it is, nor is it even amazing as you experience it to be. you just need to stay rooted in reality.

and now i can eat breakfast again.

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