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"You can weigh the weight of my self assured bliss by the lengths of which i go to to say it." I said to her.
She smiled, curteous, perhaps, speaking down on my behalf as a broken record.
"But what if your just trying to understand?"
I never understood and she, or they would never tell.
"I understand that it takes rain, and sweat and all kinds of mental and physical precicipitation to become what you are."
"Sometimes it just isnt worth it"
Slow snakes washed inbetween my temples, up past my hair, through, to the back of the neck.
"It is always worth it, if Harry Potter never taught me anything, it is always worth it."
She laughs, making some comment about me being a child, nineteen and a child still hiding when ever there are big spaces or bumps in the night. Comparing her life to Harry Potter, and Katherine and artists and singers and a whole menagerie of characters, that only a child, a well read child, could ever find affinity for. Such people dont exist, you cannot believe in anything that the adverts dont sell.
"Im not comparing, im aspiring."
Ive always had a hero complex. I was always the rebel.
"Your a joke, there is nothing to aspire past."
Thats when i had her, her lies and deciet. It was just that. She had untangled me. There is always something to aspire past, there are new myths to make, more stories to tell. Dont ever let me hear you say youve heard it all. Your dead inside if youve heard it all.
She smiled, curteous, perhaps, speaking down on my behalf as a broken record.
"But what if your just trying to understand?"
I never understood and she, or they would never tell.
"I understand that it takes rain, and sweat and all kinds of mental and physical precicipitation to become what you are."
"Sometimes it just isnt worth it"
Slow snakes washed inbetween my temples, up past my hair, through, to the back of the neck.
"It is always worth it, if Harry Potter never taught me anything, it is always worth it."
She laughs, making some comment about me being a child, nineteen and a child still hiding when ever there are big spaces or bumps in the night. Comparing her life to Harry Potter, and Katherine and artists and singers and a whole menagerie of characters, that only a child, a well read child, could ever find affinity for. Such people dont exist, you cannot believe in anything that the adverts dont sell.
"Im not comparing, im aspiring."
Ive always had a hero complex. I was always the rebel.
"Your a joke, there is nothing to aspire past."
Thats when i had her, her lies and deciet. It was just that. She had untangled me. There is always something to aspire past, there are new myths to make, more stories to tell. Dont ever let me hear you say youve heard it all. Your dead inside if youve heard it all.