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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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Art is what you can get away with.
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for what it offers.
Yes, I think its okay to feel like you're not good enough. After all, there are always people who are going to be above, and unknowingly shoving their talents into your face. They don't mean to, but its just because you're brainwashed into the idea of self-improvement, that we're all told that if you don't keep climbing you might as well fall. You also have people who listen but don't really listen, and it takes a gazillion kicks in the balls to say "Hey, I'm hurting here. Do I have to cry to convince you?" But that just gives me a headache. So I guess its okay to admit that you can't move as fast as others, that you're not as sociable or as funny. Its also okay to say sometimes you just can't cope, and that you operate differently. And I do. Operate differently. I just don't know what that 'different' is yet, because I have all these wants that can't be met because I'm not superwoman. I hate this place. I hate the city, and how everything moves, and buildings move, and cars and people move and never ever slow down, never gives you any slack. People here don't notice when the day starts with a great sunrise, don't appreciate way a child first looks at you with recognition, and are even surprised when their parents tell them that they love them. They move without caring where they are going, they move without caring who's moving with them, they move and pull others with them. Well I'm sick of moving, and I'm sick of being pressurized to move faster. I'm sick of this place with no culture because no one takes time to make one. I'm sick of the stupid tourism boards that shows the buildings, the ships, the money and the work, work, work. But never the people. Never the people who lose time trying to make time. Where getting a life means going elsewhere. Where a meaningful life means knowing that life is meaningless. Where stopping is only for the traffic lights. I'm me. I know everyone's good at something. Me? I'm good at standing still. |