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Snap to a snapshot of that time I balanced on the curb                    balanced between                                           the sidewalk and the street step after step foot in front of the other my hands out to each side                          to distribute the weight of    the burden on my shoulders weighing lightly. Surprisingly light, my understanding was that it's usually                       heavy. Just not this time.                                          The sidewalk and the street, both perfectly distinct          perfectly indifferent. At times teetering                 swaying                       for different reasons as they present themselves.   I'm perfectly contented                    balancing on that curb. At times I wish to walk                            on either the sidewalk or the street            one over the other. And I'm greeted with                                  either a honk or a fire hydrant. A minor nuisance An obstacle or action that leaves me bitter that renders me flushed with red.            So I hop back on the curb not rife with anger or sadness                    but indifference While it may be easy to pick                                           the sidewalk or the street the choice shouldn't consume you                                  leave the curb to divide follow where it takes you
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
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Snap to a snapshot of that time I balanced on the curb                    balanced between                                           the sidewalk and the street step after step foot in front of the other my hands out to each side                          to distribute the weight of    the burden on my shoulders weighing lightly. Surprisingly light, my understanding was that it's usually                       heavy. Just not this time.                                          The sidewalk and the street, both perfectly distinct          perfectly indifferent. At times teetering                 swaying                       for different reasons as they present themselves.   I'm perfectly contented                    balancing on that curb. At times I wish to walk                            on either the sidewalk or the street            one over the other. And I'm greeted with                                  either a honk or a fire hydrant. A minor nuisance An obstacle or action that leaves me bitter that renders me flushed with red.            So I hop back on the curb not rife with anger or sadness                    but indifference While it may be easy to pick                                           the sidewalk or the street the choice shouldn't consume you                                  leave the curb to divide follow where it takes you
a weird statement-esque metaphor for my impossible to explain indifference toward my failing relationship
#relationships#breakup#him#curb#walk#metaphor#indifference#balance#travel
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23/F/anywhere but here
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
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