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so.. practice.
i'm trying to practice things lately. practice drawing, practice writing, practice being patient, not jumping to conclusions. practice thinking, practice not thinking too much. about myself, too.
it's easy to forget things, i guess. that shit is straight up annoying- to have to re-learn. And that we forget things like emotions, too. and poems & and all the art that you say, 'i'll do it later'. after the fullness of idea. even though the whole thing is sitting in the pit of your stomach.
i miss my feelings about all kinds of things. good, sad feelings that were meant for different people that i wanted to put out there before they stopped existing. I want to live in a tender world. sometimes i DO live in a soft world. i guess i just wish that i could have said a lot of things the way they were meant to be said and when it mattered to say them. Or that i could feel everything, always, that feelings wouldn't pass, either.
i feel sad for my friend. i don't think i was very sensitive to her on the phone, but i believe my opinion. just, that, i didn't think much, until just now, about what she is feeling. it is strange how we fall.
i'm trying to practice things lately. practice drawing, practice writing, practice being patient, not jumping to conclusions. practice thinking, practice not thinking too much. about myself, too.
it's easy to forget things, i guess. that shit is straight up annoying- to have to re-learn. And that we forget things like emotions, too. and poems & and all the art that you say, 'i'll do it later'. after the fullness of idea. even though the whole thing is sitting in the pit of your stomach.
i miss my feelings about all kinds of things. good, sad feelings that were meant for different people that i wanted to put out there before they stopped existing. I want to live in a tender world. sometimes i DO live in a soft world. i guess i just wish that i could have said a lot of things the way they were meant to be said and when it mattered to say them. Or that i could feel everything, always, that feelings wouldn't pass, either.
i feel sad for my friend. i don't think i was very sensitive to her on the phone, but i believe my opinion. just, that, i didn't think much, until just now, about what she is feeling. it is strange how we fall.