| Wonder At times I wonder what is going on, and I wonder what this is to me. Is it something I should consider? Is it a real option? What will it lead to? Can it make my every single day float by on clouds? Can it bury me under the soil I need to grow, and yet still allow me the air I need to run? Can it forsake everything else and allow something new to happen? Somehow everything seems to be there . . . Somehow I feel more open in its fields of words, that I forget to care about anything else. Somehow I think there is a chance for-- happiness? It's screwed, I'm screwed, but maybe that could make it work . . . Time might work, I could wait for it, but how silly is that? I dream of my dreams, but I see with my brain. |
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