just one

my life is not an open book,
nor is it made of pages that are willing to be written on.
my thoughts tend to stay harbored,
and only known to myself.
most days that pass me by are repetitive,
but i rarely voice my negative opinion about it.
i figure i have to live what is undesired,
in order to cherish the desired days to come.
my trust is hard to attain,
due to a lack of stability that i've experienced in the past.
as days go, there are few things that get me by:
art, photography, music, literature, conversations.
i do not lead a glamorous life,
and i don't try to portray that i do.
my life is mediocre,
but someday it'll be a life to look up to.