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oh i knowyou are tired so gogo ondo it tiredly you must bemore afraidof wasting your lifethan anything elsethat can retireyouinto oh no nonot now
when it is donewhen all will have gonewhen there is nothingand no one you will not askdid i do enough you will instead saywhat is leftto be done and who have i entrustedto do it
am i goodam i good at sportsam i good at writingam i good at listeningam i good at enjoying the smallthings that are never quite small these are the wrong questions, of course no one is all good be ok with badyou will be badthis is goodit is all i ama bad beingtrying for good
i have metthose who kissas thoughit were all they knewhow to do i have met thosewho made meforget how to doanything else,too
don’t you knowthat love isbrutality too much lightkills the planttoo much waterthe roots will drownand too muchof your hand in mineleft an imprintthat won’t fillwith what i knownow
it is all loudly terriblethis much is true but somewhere someplacethere is a person ouring teainto their lover’s cupthere is a screw tightened on a loose, veering fanthere is a child tearing off a bandaidsaying look look i’ m better the work of your lifeis that you must rememberthere is not only the broken this … Continue reading
i am hereto tell youthat the wayis not linear it circlesand circles each time you come backto the same placeand learn a little moreabout howyou got here there is no wrong movethere is no wrong place you are exactly whereyou need to be
i am so terribly sorry there is a fire that i amstill fighting do not run for the exitsdo not smash the wallsthe building continues to standeven if it is unapologetically charred don’t you think togetherit will warm usdon’t you think togetherthe air is a little lighter we do not look to extinguish the flamewe … Continue reading
if there is anythingto doit is to dothe hard thing and if everythingis hardthen it is easy simply not be doneby all there isto do
how am i to starttelling you about i i have places insideswhere even silence hasnot yet spokeni have a favourite cloudit is sometimes the shape of yousometimes, my chilhoodi have not seen my neighbourhood friends in yearshave you? how would they starttelling you about i perhaps they’d sayi don’t particularly likeendings but even thenone must … Continue reading
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