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i treated summer as an obstacle offering no reward upon completion. but august began with chances and changes and the hope of satisfaction found in a stranger's words i took for myself. mistakes and mishaps pushed the tears out of my uncomfortable soul- i never wanted to be a hypocrite.
and so rationalizations prompted fewer judgments. i can be good, we can all be good.
some moments i feel such fortune for the perfection encountered. let me be real and honest/ i'm sitting amidst pens on the floor of my apartment given, and i have no plans for today. i have no heart to hold, only an often elusive idea of what a person could be to me, what i could be to a person. and when my mind reaches these things it is clear that i do not need to worry about the composition of my letters, only the validity of my actions.
i slept through yesterday evening and woke up to say goodbyeillmissyou to friends returning to that other ocean, giving over all my hands held and being filled with a calm gratitude that recognized the sadness of endings are worth the meaning of beginnings.
the shades are drawn up and children are bicycling past my window. i will never be that small again, but i have books to read, a kettle to lift, and a life to reassess.
to a new semester.
and so rationalizations prompted fewer judgments. i can be good, we can all be good.
some moments i feel such fortune for the perfection encountered. let me be real and honest/ i'm sitting amidst pens on the floor of my apartment given, and i have no plans for today. i have no heart to hold, only an often elusive idea of what a person could be to me, what i could be to a person. and when my mind reaches these things it is clear that i do not need to worry about the composition of my letters, only the validity of my actions.
i slept through yesterday evening and woke up to say goodbyeillmissyou to friends returning to that other ocean, giving over all my hands held and being filled with a calm gratitude that recognized the sadness of endings are worth the meaning of beginnings.
the shades are drawn up and children are bicycling past my window. i will never be that small again, but i have books to read, a kettle to lift, and a life to reassess.
to a new semester.