hard times.

We are.
Falling.
Apart.
Crash,boom landing on a center run way between midway and o'hare,
somewhere stuck in a loop of arguments and disagreements, none of which even matter.
The tears left unseen, a voice left unheard.
Is it really better that way?
When one voice speaks and the other falls silent.
Broken prayers and uncessary concentrations.
Who are we to judge one another.
Your words are just as important as mine.