In between myself

If you were to measure the matters of my misery, you maybe say to throw in the towel.

Just a saying of sorts, but I’d rather accompany it with joy, freedom, and adventures.

Company at times is beyond absent, a matter of fact there is no company but me.

Still sinking into my ink, I think of better matters to measure.

There’s a whole lot more to fill me then misery, though I’m no stranger to it.

It measures immensely in my life.

All is lost in the past, but the future holds more then can be imagined.

for the weekly challenge “measure of matters”