lost souls
wandering around
waiting tables to make cash
to feed cigarettes habits and half-empty stomachs
kissing lifeless chapped lips
to feed egos and fill voids
loving someone you wish you were fucking
and fucking someone you wish you loved.
things might seem meaningless
but then again, you find meaning in the strangest of places.
in a sweatshirt.
in a cell phone number.
in a type of car.
driving somewhere to do something that will make you someone.
day after day.
when will things turn around?
when will paychecks cover more than rent?
when will habits turn into memories and memories turn into history?
when will the clock hands move slow enough to make the minutes count towards something other than a dreary rabbit hole of existence?
when will lonely people with lost dogs or lost ambitions find whatever it is they're looking for?
About the Creator
Marissa Sabatucci
Marissa is an actress, poet and filmmaker. She believes in the power of the spoken and written word to evoke emotions, create meaningful human relationships and to create change and improve our world. Artmaking in all forms is her passion.
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