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Things around me seem so separated
so isolated from the millions of beings walking down streets,
through hallways
on street corners we stare blindly as if
making eye contact would be an open gate for another human being
to steal what is you.
i have this belief from an unkown origin that we were not always this way.
For whatever reason I believe one hundred years ago we were close.
We weren't afraid and our
insides were draped gracefully across our bodies.
There was nothing worth hiding or fearing. All these thoughts bring me back
to change.
Can this change?
Can this change at least for myself?
I've stared at this magnificent tree for months now, making silent promises to take notice of the first blossom. Growth is such a slow process. I think how easy it must be to catch every moment of it.
we live fast and sleep deep.
by the time I pried my eyelids open that tree had transformed into something full of life, something I didn't even recognize.
Now you tell me how someone can miss all of those moments and awaken to the shock of not what was once but what is now.
I swing on swings, worry about what appears before others, stare up questioning myself, my purpose, attempting to make the final discovery:
What really matters?
Walking around with my eyes down praying for inspiration.
Obsessing over failures because I don't give it a fair shot. It's so warm and so cold.
So absolutely beautiful and incredibly dark.
All these distractions to keep me from exhaustion. |
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Posted by iamnothealthy on 2008-07-15 22:54:04 | Rating: | Views: 34
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Wow. I couldn't have said it better myself.
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Posted by even_angels_fall
on 2008-07-16 09:36:11
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