I keep trying to find the exact point of origin, the point when it turned in to something I never wanted it to be. To figure out when what was became what is. Because at some point, it happened.
I didn't think it would. Never actually expected it. But it happened.
And, for now, there is nothing to be done about it.
For now, I must do everything in my power to accept it for what it is. Do everything in my power to let go of frustration. Hope that frustration will let go of me.
All the time hoping for the day what is becomes what was.
tell it to me tuesday