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Your being is like an elephant in the room sitting in the dry air. Our conversations are spoken through the dead pauses and flailing topics. I'm trying. I really am. But I don't understand us. I don't understand the way your eyes flicker left to right when you're nervous, or how your fingers pull on the bottom of your pants when you're irritated. I can't understand the face that your laughter sounds like a million symphonies playing at the same time, or how your jokes fall flat. Not because they aren't funny, but because you want them to **** a mood. These past few months have been more liberating than I care to admit. I found my own routine in the disorder and I'm slowly rising to where I want to be. But it's like I've hit a brick wall with a door but no key. I am left breathless and confused after every day. I'm talking to the moon because nobody else is listening. Nobody else will ever understand me except me...and I want to keep it that way.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
what goes up must come down
Your being is like an elephant in the room sitting in the dry air. Our conversations are spoken through the dead pauses and flailing topics. I'm trying. I really am. But I don't understand us. I don't understand the way your eyes flicker left to right when you're nervous, or how your fingers pull on the bottom of your pants when you're irritated. I can't understand the face that your laughter sounds like a million symphonies playing at the same time, or how your jokes fall flat. Not because they aren't funny, but because you want them to **** a mood. These past few months have been more liberating than I care to admit. I found my own routine in the disorder and I'm slowly rising to where I want to be. But it's like I've hit a brick wall with a door but no key. I am left breathless and confused after every day. I'm talking to the moon because nobody else is listening. Nobody else will ever understand me except me...and I want to keep it that way.
just random thoughts that don't exactly flow and aren't very poetic
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
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