Focusing it all to the single minded pursuit of happiness.
Synapses fire futility and brain chemicals fizzle like flat soda.
Reddened and watered eyes housed in stretched leathery skin, try.
Try, as it were, over and over, bones snap desperately to work.
Limbs move, over a trash strewn floor and take out boxes, it moves.
It, being, this sad and desolate body working to do what's expected.
To move, to act, to work, to smile, to pretend things are worth living.
To try, and to fail.