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I'm listening to this music because I want to remember what my life was like before all of this. The most organic 'me'. . . whatever... whoever that is.
listen to our pretty song
we are happy as the day is long
forget the things you thought you knew
we'll make a very good girl of you.
I cannot help but remember the things that are no longer real, tangible thing, yet saturated with the abstract feelings and beliefs about the world which I held so dearly onto in my much younger years.
I'm not happy... really.
I'm not sad... at all.
I just am... for now. I wonder how long it will be before the next something comes along, but for now I am content to wait patiently and readily for it. I don't feel compelled to go looking for it anymore... Not that I feel I ever really went looking for it, but I fed it.
. . . thinner... hmm...
i wonder how it will manifest... how it may be manifesting...
and the girls ran out of the schoolyard and up the hill behind
"i'm scared" said the littlest one.
"don't worry," said the leader
"they could catch us, or they could kill us,
but they can never crush our spirit!"
I wonder what the spring will rear. I hated it, but lately I've been really appreciating the dance between spring and winter. It's serene in all the right places.
listen to our pretty song
we are happy as the day is long
forget the things you thought you knew
we'll make a very good girl of you.
I cannot help but remember the things that are no longer real, tangible thing, yet saturated with the abstract feelings and beliefs about the world which I held so dearly onto in my much younger years.
I'm not happy... really.
I'm not sad... at all.
I just am... for now. I wonder how long it will be before the next something comes along, but for now I am content to wait patiently and readily for it. I don't feel compelled to go looking for it anymore... Not that I feel I ever really went looking for it, but I fed it.
. . . thinner... hmm...
i wonder how it will manifest... how it may be manifesting...
and the girls ran out of the schoolyard and up the hill behind
"i'm scared" said the littlest one.
"don't worry," said the leader
"they could catch us, or they could kill us,
but they can never crush our spirit!"
I wonder what the spring will rear. I hated it, but lately I've been really appreciating the dance between spring and winter. It's serene in all the right places.