(no subject)
People who live in boxes I have left behind to make and discover my own, make me uncomfortable.
They are beautiful men and women who smell of the earth.
But their particular fears and ambitions still resonate.
Their judgments still matter somewhere.
Guess we all seek references and moving the reference is less confusing than simply moving against the reference.
I don't know, maybe the former is realization and the latter is a struggle.
Doesn't matter how you deconstruct it. That's usually a waste of time anyway :)