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We need to talk.
At some point things became empty inside. My motives, and my motivation seem without substance. I look in(side) and see only window dressing piled up and stuffed into flimsy white plastic bags reeking of mildew. Most of it has yellowed from age, and crumbles when unfolded.
Dust coats the things I once named passion. Dry rot has set in. It looks fine and I can trick myself until I try it on-- then it crumbles to nothing. Stale air has started to leak out of these sealed places. I can smell it. I know it's there. I can't leave. I can only distract until this stagnant wreck is the new normal, and I no longer notice that something is very, very wrong.
You know the smell, I think.
We need to talk.More.
At some point things became empty inside. My motives, and my motivation seem without substance. I look in(side) and see only window dressing piled up and stuffed into flimsy white plastic bags reeking of mildew. Most of it has yellowed from age, and crumbles when unfolded.
Dust coats the things I once named passion. Dry rot has set in. It looks fine and I can trick myself until I try it on-- then it crumbles to nothing. Stale air has started to leak out of these sealed places. I can smell it. I know it's there. I can't leave. I can only distract until this stagnant wreck is the new normal, and I no longer notice that something is very, very wrong.
You know the smell, I think.
We need to talk.More.