May 31, 2015
Id rather be free in my grave Than be a puppet Or a slave
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Id rather be free in my grave Than be a puppet Or a slave
Fresh Air..
And my pills. I took them. Now I no longer see the world through a wolf's eyes. I'm going to go knit and drink tea. Goodbye.
"Strange, You Change Like Night and Day. Just Upped and Walked Away. Oh What a funny thing. Strange, You're Still In All My Dreams. Oh, What A Funny Thing, I Still Care For You. How Strange... I Guess That I Was Just Your Puppet You Held On A String."
Patsy Cline, Strange
Puppet
And there're all sorts of little snippets and things that you don't know, and if you piece all of the snippets that everyone knows altogether then you might get the whole picture..
But there'll be some overlaps. And then it gets all layered up and it makes even less sense. All the different layers of knowledge, making some of it too prominent. The stuff that isn't even at all important, usually.
In my mind right now I'm picturing a map, and certain places are sticking out, and those are the places that you're aiming for; that you'd so dearly love to reach. Or at least you think you would now, but it's all in the future. You may even have been there before. You may as well have been there before.
You could the past from your mind and, I don't know, just wipe it clear. It could have never happened. You could change it. You can change it. It should be simpler to do the same for the future.
No, not the future, the present. Both. Fuck.