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sorry about last post. I'm allowed one whiny emo post, right? I mean, this is livejournal. Anyway, things right now are going alright.
tip top of the world and looking down on fistfulls of salt that I've spread on the soil, to make sure my feet don't take, and I spit on all this that I've grown, and tear it out, roots and all, because I'll never be planted in this world. One more year tied to the mast of this town, then to mountain peaks and flatland deserts and oceanside virandas with the people I'll unroot, and we'll all spread like so many seeds, because I've been tending my own garden for far too long.
tip top of the world and looking down on fistfulls of salt that I've spread on the soil, to make sure my feet don't take, and I spit on all this that I've grown, and tear it out, roots and all, because I'll never be planted in this world. One more year tied to the mast of this town, then to mountain peaks and flatland deserts and oceanside virandas with the people I'll unroot, and we'll all spread like so many seeds, because I've been tending my own garden for far too long.