sleep the pain, come over.

he's so insignificant. next to the boy who wins youth Gandhi awards and slam poetry competitions, fills hearts with hope through ideas that he's given the boy. things they were supposed to do together that only the boy has had the ability to carry forward. he feels hopeless when he can't get off his ass for long enough to put a project together. he can't do anything in his little pit of despair, yet he still thinks he can amount to something. he's too busy complaining about the status quo to try and make a change. the drive is still there, the fight is still there, but the action falters. he takes a drag from his cigarette, stolen moments of drowning his sorrows. he can't imagine a world where he can ever measure up.  it pains him to be around people, knowing they have much more to offer than he could ever hope, yet he can't stand being alone. every moment a new conflict within himself.  <3 <3