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My hair's growing out again, it's been a while since I last cut it but I think it's growing at about the same rate as my plans, slow and deliberate and always changing. I'm sifting through old boxes of things that don't even belong to me, last year's receipts and photographs, documents of where I've been and maybe suggesting something about routine and habit, for I am just a compilation of reflexive behaviors, I rise at 7, I live my life in patterns and I begin to realize that whatever I let live in this space is going to become a part of that pattern, so maybe evolution will take its toll in the form of me cutting some people's resources, cause I think I need my air a lot more than they do these days. I sit on a dock and dip my feet in the water, it's humid and the bugs are biting but I always liked the way the water looks at sunset, so I stay. I'm wondering what this place will look like in a few years (or ten), whenever I return from a destination I haven't yet settled on. I'm hoping it will be the same and will be able to give me some semblance of certainty, but who knows what ten years will bring? I don't think I'll know myself in ten years, isn't it funny how I'll be a different person and yet still tied to the old sentimentality of having lived in this body and inhabited this headspace for so long? My hair will have grown out, my skin will be less tanned by sun my mental capacity greater and more thorough I will have degrees and publications but I will always belong to this place, because somewhere in my mushy-feely heart, a young girl still runs barefoot in the mud and chases fireflies around a campfire. No matter where I end up someday, I have roots in this soil and it's making me melancholy to think of time slipping through my fingers like that. I've been chasing the thought of death lately, why I can't make my peace with it, maybe it's cause I'm so young and haven't lived enough, but we don't ever really know how much time we've borrowed until it's time to pay back. Chase these thoughts around and around again, I'm numbing to the sun and the sound of other's voices, I think it's time to get me out of my head and I hope that I get a taste of that sweet high again soon.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
things I haven't come to terms with yet.
My hair's growing out again, it's been a while since I last cut it but I think it's growing at about the same rate as my plans, slow and deliberate and always changing. I'm sifting through old boxes of things that don't even belong to me, last year's receipts and photographs, documents of where I've been and maybe suggesting something about routine and habit, for I am just a compilation of reflexive behaviors, I rise at 7, I live my life in patterns and I begin to realize that whatever I let live in this space is going to become a part of that pattern, so maybe evolution will take its toll in the form of me cutting some people's resources, cause I think I need my air a lot more than they do these days. I sit on a dock and dip my feet in the water, it's humid and the bugs are biting but I always liked the way the water looks at sunset, so I stay. I'm wondering what this place will look like in a few years (or ten), whenever I return from a destination I haven't yet settled on. I'm hoping it will be the same and will be able to give me some semblance of certainty, but who knows what ten years will bring? I don't think I'll know myself in ten years, isn't it funny how I'll be a different person and yet still tied to the old sentimentality of having lived in this body and inhabited this headspace for so long? My hair will have grown out, my skin will be less tanned by sun my mental capacity greater and more thorough I will have degrees and publications but I will always belong to this place, because somewhere in my mushy-feely heart, a young girl still runs barefoot in the mud and chases fireflies around a campfire. No matter where I end up someday, I have roots in this soil and it's making me melancholy to think of time slipping through my fingers like that. I've been chasing the thought of death lately, why I can't make my peace with it, maybe it's cause I'm so young and haven't lived enough, but we don't ever really know how much time we've borrowed until it's time to pay back. Chase these thoughts around and around again, I'm numbing to the sun and the sound of other's voices, I think it's time to get me out of my head and I hope that I get a taste of that sweet high again soon.
wow I'm great at not picking a train of thought to stick to lol
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24/F/Ohio
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
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