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the day felt like summer. ice cream and spring and the hope for skirts that will dance in the breeze. the sun was bright but hidden by a mass of clouds, an obstruction, or a passageway?
no one is probably listening.
sometimes the things that are good for you are the ones you hate the most. like vegetables. or lost love. or a mediocre grade in physics. or a teacher who refuses to give you .40 points to get you that A. or the fact that you're jeapordizing your chance at getting into one of the top colleges in the country, that you've been risking everything all along for - who? your other half? what if that other half is you? what if the classroom you walk into everyday, trying to impress that person, is simply a shell of illusion? what if the way you run up the stairs, in the hope of being seen, in the hope of being wanted, is simply another shell, possessing the same power of nebulity as the clouds.
i am a dreamer i know. i wish i wasn't. i am a psuedo-buddhist, i want all desires to end, except all the ones that matter.
no one is probably listening.
sometimes the things that are good for you are the ones you hate the most. like vegetables. or lost love. or a mediocre grade in physics. or a teacher who refuses to give you .40 points to get you that A. or the fact that you're jeapordizing your chance at getting into one of the top colleges in the country, that you've been risking everything all along for - who? your other half? what if that other half is you? what if the classroom you walk into everyday, trying to impress that person, is simply a shell of illusion? what if the way you run up the stairs, in the hope of being seen, in the hope of being wanted, is simply another shell, possessing the same power of nebulity as the clouds.
i am a dreamer i know. i wish i wasn't. i am a psuedo-buddhist, i want all desires to end, except all the ones that matter.