back of your head
incomplete. out-of-place. unfulfilled. unspoken. whatever i am or whoever i am is never what i want to be. if there were no one else, would that still be the case? i read about them. and their lives. and their likes. and their hates. and their creationsfetishesfavoritecolorsbookssongstea. and i want half their talent most of their ability and all of their ambition. why is this ideal that i yearn for something that everyone else can attain or not and thats okay that works but i will never feel like what i want is what i have; like all i want is in my reach or not and thats okay. i wonder. wonder what is missing. how i can fill that. how i can change that. how i can improve. but each of those small little things they won't change ME. thats the part i can never get. i am not those people. people interest me and i lovethemenvythemhatethem because they let themselves be them. original. and with all the attempts and thoughts of adopting all the trivial little things they have that i like. the little thoughts and actions and opinions and collections, i will always be a step behind. a poor rendition of their beautiful creation that i so envy. where is the exit. how
Saturday, Dec. 06, 2003
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