One Foot in Front of the Other

I've been told too many times, "If it's meant to be it will be."
Somewhere along the way i stopped believing that.
And yet in a phone call with my mother tonight, those were the exact words she said.
Coming from her, i believe them.

I think that's what mothers were made for, to tell you the things you want to hear, but have lost faith in.
Not to say i have lost faith, i haven't.
What I have lost is my path...a little hic-up along the way.
I have faith that I'll find the path again soon...i just have to pick myself up and try again.

What really bothers me is that every time life hic-ups, you lose something you once had.
I don't want to lose this hic-up...rather I want to be sure of it before going down that path again.
I think I'm really bad at metaphors.
I try really hard to make them work too.

I think the symbol was perfect for us at the point in our lives that we were and are at.
One circle, a slash, and then another.
Too individual to be anything more, yet.

I could bullshit all night if i wanted to...I hurt.
night.