ebb and flow

You can never make everyone else happy, though we all know I try. Constantly sorting through masses of chaos to try and keep everyone somewhat content. Failing, because it's not enough when it isn't really happiness.... Mediocre attempts at a smile, vague attempts at staying on both feet. We all know most of the time I'm falling, but at least I do it gracefully. I can't clean up the mess, but I am okay with it so long as it's organized. Organized chaos, and it's not good but it's enough. I keep hoping that maybe one day I'll make it up, one day what I'm doing will be enough.. but living in a fantasy is never good for the soul. So I do what I can do appease my heart, and hope that someday I can make it up to you.