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the bleak reality of life is giving spark to a dream and one day waking up inside a coffeeshop in the city you love but have begun to question (once the doubt sets in, it aches small and grows and grows) the magical backdrop, the music and hipsters, bikelanes and teetering mountaintops you can barely grasp the feeling you once knew so well breathless expectancy towering opportunity a fire in your chest what was safe was safe in the unknown and the opportunity two pennies and a peach soda coffeeshop dreams and tattoo guns brokenhearted like a nagging hangnail the best feeling in the world is being recognized in a crowd and pulled into familiar arms and drunken monologues, nihilism and Nietzsche fridge beer - it's in the fridge ***** looks from passerby purple sunglasses and a sleeve of mountaintops mid-afternoon rush and strange men wearing sports shoes empty words and another good day there's never enough time to write as life is happening these are just words and words, for writing's sake he told me to write about it but maybe I can't. I tried to jump past it - the messy dreams and the stark emotion each morning (I hate waking up to my emotions, spending most of the morning putting them back where they belong...)
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
April 7th, 2015
the bleak reality of life is giving spark to a dream and one day waking up inside a coffeeshop in the city you love but have begun to question (once the doubt sets in, it aches small and grows and grows) the magical backdrop, the music and hipsters, bikelanes and teetering mountaintops you can barely grasp the feeling you once knew so well breathless expectancy towering opportunity a fire in your chest what was safe was safe in the unknown and the opportunity two pennies and a peach soda coffeeshop dreams and tattoo guns brokenhearted like a nagging hangnail the best feeling in the world is being recognized in a crowd and pulled into familiar arms and drunken monologues, nihilism and Nietzsche fridge beer - it's in the fridge ***** looks from passerby purple sunglasses and a sleeve of mountaintops mid-afternoon rush and strange men wearing sports shoes empty words and another good day there's never enough time to write as life is happening these are just words and words, for writing's sake he told me to write about it but maybe I can't. I tried to jump past it - the messy dreams and the stark emotion each morning (I hate waking up to my emotions, spending most of the morning putting them back where they belong...)
stream of consciousness, a day in my life
#life#in#of#day#a#my#stream#consciousness#april#sprang
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
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