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and you keep going and doing the thing you do everyday, and maybe dont even notice that you are doing it everyday. its a compulsion. it is one of your habits and those only come up for revision when you need to look prettier for someone. but that only happens so often, so a couple of years happen in the process and you've spent a lot of time not paying attention to what you are doing. and you just do it now. and it is happened. and you are happening. and the smile that pulls itself up from around your toes gets to you and now its expressing itself and impressing the walls. i would say the colors are ones i can see but i can only picture them and they dont move in ripples. they reach and swallow all the air i throw them for. and its a battle or an attempt at takeover or a mere switching of sides. it all goes back to normal and the quiet comes back and i just want to do a little better next time.