steady change

i consider myself a morning person, but this morning my eyes actually feel sore. probably due to the fact i had an emotional uproar last night. a little too much on my plate, too much to feel, i cried for half a second. I ran to the car with a cigarette in my fingers as soon as it was possible. so cold in may. just drive around, see my little town growing. as if my own religion, i hold to the future. future means hope, something forever changing. It's almost reliable, the changing. steady with the change.