We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?

aksdhkasdh

everybody is so stupiddd.
wake the fuck up already.

i'm moving on from everything.

feeeels

so good in its wake.

i'll let you know when it's over with.

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or maybe i won't,

here am i, [:



it's approaching, let it reverberate off the floorboards and flood your ears with music.

eh,

i hate that i still think of it and the sound of the pieces cracking when you're just trying to fit them together,

it's funny that:

the leaves on trees turn red because they are dying.
they are dying. they died.
they are red and they are dying.

goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye.

hello,

how can something

so small,
hold such a substantial meaning?


crazy, don't answer that.

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get up, get goingggg.

you know what i want?

someone that i can completely submerge and consume myself in water, even though my hair gets curly, and be comfortable.

one day,
one day,
one day,

lost in motor crash.

you know what is weird? Ive recently realized why when things get bad for me, why they always seem to stay that way. in some odd sort of way, when things are on a constant gray scale for so long, comfort begins to form. maybe not so much comfort in where you are, but comfort in knowing that where you are isn't going to get any worse then where you currently are. and then, when you lift you head a little higher and see the light of a new sun, even if only a speck, you can't help my be a little bit scared for it. at the moment, the exact moment you see that sun, you know if could just fall again. i've lived my life in fear. not complete fear, of course, but i let it dig holes of the worst wholeness i've ever experienced. that is no more. no more.

and you know what i also realized? not even me, someone else. i don't adapt to change because i get so stuck in my past that i don't appreciate the present or the future. i don't think about what new things i should be excited for in the future. instead, i regress on the moments of happiness, contentment, perfection, that i've experienced but no longer seem to have.

i am in such a good mood today. i feel good. i can't believe i thought getting this far was impossible. i no longer see dark blue. it's so refreshing,
i am free.

behold! the edeavor.

on again off again.
it's always just.
except for then,
except for them.

calloused skin on the backs of doorways.
swinging on hangers that float,
three feet off the ground.

i thought it was two, that's needed?

teeth turn.
archways form up ahead and then,
the light from your lighthouse dims.
goodbye, sr. soma.
it's much the opposite.

i don't

have the right words.