Sometimes I think about how okay with being sad some people are
how they tread so lightly in their lives
to avoid unsettling the dust that might change something.
I hear you thinking
sometimes
about how we shouldn't be standing so still
but you sit so cleanly on your throne of discontent
and I've never seen to you do more than stand and fall back down
wash away the empty, push it into the water and weigh it down with stones because it doesn't exist
And will never weigh you down as much as your own routine
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about how okay with being sad some people are
how they tread so lightly in their lives
to avoid unsettling the dust that might change something.
I hear you thinking
sometimes
about how we shouldn't be standing so still
but you sit so cleanly on your throne of discontent
and I've never seen to you do more than stand and fall back down
wash away the empty, push it into the water and weigh it down with stones because it doesn't exist
And will never weigh you down as much as your own routine
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