Layer Upon Layer

It's the layered stuff that weights a person down in everyday life. It's the pile of half clean and half dirty clothes with no real place to call home that gets picked and riffled through instead of having a place to store them. It's the mud caked boots thrown in the corner and the rug that needs to be vacuummed because of the boots' bottoms and the gritty tile floor surrounding the bunched up soiled rug because you're just going to put the boots on again.

It's the layered stuff that controls a person in everyday life. It's the small fib that is uncaught that over a short time that now is a full blown lie that caused mistrust and ruined a nine year relationship.

It's the layered stuff that takes up roots in every aspect of a person's everyday life. It's the bad habit that nags at you to try better but you never do because it's easier and more comfortable to keep doing it. It's the excuses that we rotate to make up for our poor decsions that always come back to bite us in the end and label us as fake.

It's the layered stuff that keeps us listening to the record in our heads that plays the songs we wrote with phrases like, "If only I had time to clean my house" or "I'd feel so much better about myself if I could keep things picked up."

The lyrics that fill our thoughts like, "I can't keep lying and expect them them to trust me" and "I've got to stop hiding the truth from people who mean the most."

Phrases like, "I need to stop this damaging behavior for my own good" or "Why am I choosing to be stuck in my own misery?" that loop on repeat every single day.