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I tried to run my hands through my hair realizing I’d never get to be anyone else. Every tangle I catch is another stretch of road I won’t see, every knot is the buzz of bees in my gut when I think of what I don’t know. My biggest regret is I will never see my past selves. The lives I lived before this one. The people I met, and the things I saw. The words I spoke and the experiences I had. My life hasn’t been lackluster, I’ve seen enough, but not a lot. I dream about courage, and what it would feel like to stand in a different place. I know Nebraska well enough to know that it doesn’t love me back. My feet are arched, they deserve more than this flat land. I love this state, it seems that we are in the middle of everything but it flat lines into oblivion and I want to be a tick, I want to be a pulse, I want to feel. So forgive me when I say that I need more than this place sometimes, I need more than this life sometimes I need more than myself sometimes. Right now I’d fall down a flight of stairs if it means I'll have a story to tell later. I do my best to punch the sky I envy it for continuing to see more than I can. My hands are getting caught in my hair, and maybe I just need someone else’s for awhile.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Arched Feet
I tried to run my hands through my hair realizing I’d never get to be anyone else. Every tangle I catch is another stretch of road I won’t see, every knot is the buzz of bees in my gut when I think of what I don’t know. My biggest regret is I will never see my past selves. The lives I lived before this one. The people I met, and the things I saw. The words I spoke and the experiences I had. My life hasn’t been lackluster, I’ve seen enough, but not a lot. I dream about courage, and what it would feel like to stand in a different place. I know Nebraska well enough to know that it doesn’t love me back. My feet are arched, they deserve more than this flat land. I love this state, it seems that we are in the middle of everything but it flat lines into oblivion and I want to be a tick, I want to be a pulse, I want to feel. So forgive me when I say that I need more than this place sometimes, I need more than this life sometimes I need more than myself sometimes. Right now I’d fall down a flight of stairs if it means I'll have a story to tell later. I do my best to punch the sky I envy it for continuing to see more than I can. My hands are getting caught in my hair, and maybe I just need someone else’s for awhile.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
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