.the old youth

the more things change, the more they stay the same. the number of problems we face grow at a staggering rate while the number of solutions decrease twice as fast.  the laundry list of problems grows and grows filling this 2 hour distance between us. events of the past cloud my vision of a future. i’m unsure of what the future hold for me, so how can i ensure a future for us? i complain, gripe, bitch, and moan yet i hold on to what we have as though it were my life that was at stake.  could it be my belief in this love, the possibility of seeing someone with what once was mine, or the simple fact that i’m deathly afraid of being alone again? whatever the case maybe, right now i feel as though i’m going down with this sinking ship that has capsized, taken on tons of water, and is under increasing pressure with every passing second. so the questions remain; will i… we work to salvage this vessel and sail on, or will we abandon ship to see if we have enough strength to surface?