Yet again.
I'm tiring of these promises of love, joy and belonging.
Are you trying to motivate or mock me?

I would rather spend one second in the shade of that dream, than live the rest of my life like this.
Alone, unwanted, soon to be in debt and surely without an income.
Forgotten behind thin walls of plaster, rotting inside a cage of concrete.

I'm tiring of these dreams.

I'm tiring of hope.