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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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will you meet us here, as we're calling on your name?
I wish I could avoid writing like this here. But I think I want this to be heard, honestly. I want to make this loud and clear, so that you, you, you. You know that I mean. I'm not letting this go. I miss you. And I just want to know what's going on, what you're up to. You know I'll never push you to spend time with me, with us. I'll never force you to be something you're not, or blame you for what you're going through. But this is from us. We miss you. We love you. I love you. And, you know. When you want to, I'm here. I'm tired of judging myself by my social circle, because I think its ridiculous. Struggling to appease, to make peace, to keep some and give up others. To be unhappy when someone hates you or loves you. Its tiring. Its disgusting. So here's my verdict, simply because the world are full of these people. I acknowledge that everyone has some inert need to be accepted, to be included. I admit I do feel that too. But I'm tired of it. And because its a very natural thing, I know I will make many people upset. But this is not my reason for doing this. I just want people to think. How we are all one world of people, how all this judgements and conflicts within a space of our own is so insignificant, so tiny, and yet we make it our whole world. Because of some insecurities we have, or some disillusion that if we don't have enough friends our life isn't good enough. How a little aversion from someone is so small in this great reality we live in. I'll say this, in the plainest, bluntest way. Not just to you, but to myself. I think its pathetic. I think you're pathetic. And I think I need to stop being pathetic, and grow up. This is so hilarious, I think can be equated to the modern day peace drive. So here's a metaphorical daisy in your gun, and a little hug for your troubles. Its a tough world. And those who still love me, I thank you. With all my heart, and all my soul. I may not be the best friend a person could have, I may be caught up with my life sometimes, I may be struggling with my time so that I can't always be physically, or mentally present. But for sticking around, I thank you. And the thunder outside rolls into a cadence. In the desert there is no sign that says, thou shalt not eat stones. |