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Feel as though, in odd moments, the air is slowing being pumped back into me, my life, my heart. Like with one of those old accordian-fluted air pump things, can't remember what it's really called, that probably has some other function that would be really embarrassing to discover in relation to my comparison. In either case, it would probably be fairly true, because I have a whole lot of stuff to flush out of my system. I listened to the Arcade Fire while I was cleaning, and I stopped in the middle of what I was doing partway through the song 'Wake Up' when it came on, never really having listened to it before. Something filled up / my heart with nothing / someone told me not to cry / but now that I'm older / my heart is colder / and I can see that it's a lie.
Something about acquiescing, about giving up, and acceptance. Missing from my life. And it has, really, all been a matter of which direction I turn my head.
Something about acquiescing, about giving up, and acceptance. Missing from my life. And it has, really, all been a matter of which direction I turn my head.