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there's a spider that lives in the corner of my room. way at the top of my high ceiling. i think i only see him from my bed, late at night, as i am reading. i've grown comfortable with him, and he with me. this cohabitation--of the spider and me--is unusual. i despise spiders. i generally go out of my way to kill them. destroy their homes. but this guy....i feel nothing.
sometimes i worry that i feel that a lot lately. or maybe that i will feel that way. nothing. when i walk down my block and see trash littering the streets. or the homeless man at the L stop that i go past almost everday. the endless classes and textbooks that just seem to tear down any version of truth that ever was and scoff at those who dare to believe in something... or the father at my internship who told me as his voice cracked that all he wants is his daughter back. there is so much to feel here. so much to have passion for. so many who need to be understood, or need someone to try..to understand. i think i've grown good with words. but i'm not always sure that my heart has grown along with them.
sometimes i worry that i feel that a lot lately. or maybe that i will feel that way. nothing. when i walk down my block and see trash littering the streets. or the homeless man at the L stop that i go past almost everday. the endless classes and textbooks that just seem to tear down any version of truth that ever was and scoff at those who dare to believe in something... or the father at my internship who told me as his voice cracked that all he wants is his daughter back. there is so much to feel here. so much to have passion for. so many who need to be understood, or need someone to try..to understand. i think i've grown good with words. but i'm not always sure that my heart has grown along with them.