#ivegotthoughtsbutimtired

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Fragile

Someday's I'm fragile. I'll take each breath, and count it as a blessing from a higher deity. The second I drop one, I'll shatter into so many pieces I won't know how to pick them up. Someday's, I'm made of steel walking down the street with my head held right. I don't need people to tell me anything about myself because I know that I'm awesome, beside's who knows me better than me. Most day's I'm in between waiting to see which way I'll tilt. Some day's that's enough to make me fragile.

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Jars

All I ever wanted was to catch moments like firefly’s, but I’m not sure what the lifespan of a memory is anyway’s. They say it’s best to let things go. Last time I did I was left alone. I hate to put my favorite memories in jars. When I look in the distance I can see far enough away to know some things do last. Now I have to stop looking at the past. 

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Other side

I look at the me in the mirror, and tell her that tomorrow will be better than today. I can’t get over how pretty she’s becoming, I wish I could look like that. She tells me that I’ll get there as long and i have patience. Maybe it exists easy on the other side, but over here I can’t find any so I go to lay down in my bed. I want to dream dreams of how I’ll feel looking the girl on the other side. 

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When I walk

I have a hard time wrapping around the idea that everything in my head isn't my own. Others haven't cultivated me, I have. Some of the flowers might wilt and fall, but that's okay. I like to leave something behind when I walk.

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March 6th

We could watch wishes float all the way to the moon and you could take my hand because for a second I need to take a breath. I’ll let you know if things get better after the stars come out and we could search for all the ways we make each other smile. 

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July

Through the July humidity, I can feel the fabric of reality tangle around my heart. I could see friends waiting for me across the lake. In the water, I know the part that I’ll play and trust me when I say that I’ll play it beautify.

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I’m happy sidewalks don’t exist on the street I’m walking on. Something about the road ending abruptly makes something in my chest flutter. That doesn’t mean it’s not scary. Seeing the hill stop and roll into conrete then going back down after the fact. If I lean a little too much to the right I’d fall down and hit a three that’s growing up sideways. The rain helps made everything around me look grainy, kind of like I’m filming my own version of the Blair Witch project, except in this version it’s just me. 

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Doors

that lead to nowhere are still in essence doors, and nowhere is a term made up by unimaginative people who can’t dream with their eyes open. Sometimes I can’t see past my nose because the television’s in the way. Sometimes blank pages attack me even if they are full of words, but always in the recesses of my mind, I can hear the universe telling me where I should go. Through the door to nowhere. Honestly, I can’t get there fast enough because I want to be the first person to describe exactly where nowhere looks like.