Truth

I think we're all trying our damn hardest. I think we aren't feeling this as we used to anymore. I think we're exhausted beyond words. I can empathise, truly.  But I cannot tell you for sure if we're gonna be alright. If the future we painted would be alright. Everybody tells me much too many things to take note of but nothing is going quite as planned. I remind myself to have heart for time changes too many things without us being even aware.

At what point do we put the plans on a halt? (I think plans have already came to a halt)

At what point do I stop having heart? 

The trials are tipping over but no one sees it.  

Price too heavy to pay, I fear we'll go up in flames. I wish it wasn't this case.