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I can’t be a lot of things: those leaves in the wind allowing a breeze to control them, the lonely cabin in a forgotten forest, rotting from too much rain, the broken shoots of grass stepped and trampled on, the complex words you use so regularly unaware of their true meaning, the transparent glass house with shattered walls and rooms of stones , the men and women in suits casually walking the streets, nameless and rushing, all the product in your hair hiding natural things and looking shiny, full sheets of paper covered in notes thrown away once the class is passed, the ****** books and movies so many people enjoy and converse about, high noon when everything’s illuminated and the shadows have disappeared, the abbreviated words in meaningless text messages answering questions in the shortest way possible, the maddening silence when you sleep alone with the street lights blaring through the blinds. I can’t be simple. I can’t be bright. I can’t be whole. I can’t be meaningless. I can’t be alone. I can’t be the same. I can’t be okay.
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
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I can’t be a lot of things: those leaves in the wind allowing a breeze to control them, the lonely cabin in a forgotten forest, rotting from too much rain, the broken shoots of grass stepped and trampled on, the complex words you use so regularly unaware of their true meaning, the transparent glass house with shattered walls and rooms of stones , the men and women in suits casually walking the streets, nameless and rushing, all the product in your hair hiding natural things and looking shiny, full sheets of paper covered in notes thrown away once the class is passed, the ****** books and movies so many people enjoy and converse about, high noon when everything’s illuminated and the shadows have disappeared, the abbreviated words in meaningless text messages answering questions in the shortest way possible, the maddening silence when you sleep alone with the street lights blaring through the blinds. I can’t be simple. I can’t be bright. I can’t be whole. I can’t be meaningless. I can’t be alone. I can’t be the same. I can’t be okay.
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cassandra-forte
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
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