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i find solace in in early morning wake ups, followed by sex, a cigarette run, and breakfast to go from the the tiny brownstone cafe around the corner.
sometimes i look out to I-90 and think to myself how beautiful, everyone going somewhere, in their life, in their head, something I can penetrate for a moment just by acknowledging their existence fleeting by my own. but then i watch as cars pull away from my apartment and onto the freeway and it exhausts me, drains me, sucks the breath from me, because it's so god damn sad. and they're just like everybody else on that freeway within moments, and we were but normal people meeting at a fleeting crossroads, somewhere between the monotony of our own lives and the desire of the others.
jesus christ life is so staggeringly perfect and heartbreaking. i love it. i think.
sometimes i look out to I-90 and think to myself how beautiful, everyone going somewhere, in their life, in their head, something I can penetrate for a moment just by acknowledging their existence fleeting by my own. but then i watch as cars pull away from my apartment and onto the freeway and it exhausts me, drains me, sucks the breath from me, because it's so god damn sad. and they're just like everybody else on that freeway within moments, and we were but normal people meeting at a fleeting crossroads, somewhere between the monotony of our own lives and the desire of the others.
jesus christ life is so staggeringly perfect and heartbreaking. i love it. i think.