August 2nd, 2019

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A beach ball





We saw so many beautiful things. Butterflies were everywhere, dancing for us. Maybe I got a little too stoned and wore the wrong shoes but we had fun.

My little sister and Loren are becoming one. It’s a comedic process I can’t help but smile for.

No salamanders or hell raisers. The water was warm and the rain was cold.

I don’t wanna waste my summers anymore

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Who do I want to be, how do I wish to live?
What visions of the future call to me?

We keep our focus on what we don’t have rather than what we truly want, and that is why we stay unfulfilled.

It IS possible, beyond your wildest dreams, to live a life that makes you feel excited to wake up.

Let yourself have it
Let myself have it
Let me at it.

I know what I want, and what an unfamiliar feeling it is.

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You can gather bits and pieces. Collect them as you go. You can try to recall each reaction or subtle hint. You can drive yourself crazy dissecting each sentence, scavenging for meaning, reading between the lines.
But we can never, not ever, truly know the mind of another.
No matter how close we get.
No matter how much time is spent.

We are all a secret world.

(I guess that’s where trust comes in)

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an epiphany of sorts.

I was rather blind and somewhat ignorant. There was a depth I did not know. Because I was not crushed, I assumed the weight was absent. It was present and pressing but not upon my shoulders. Just because I didn’t feel it doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. Because it wasn’t my burden, my hope, my dreams on the line. It went over my head and out of my sight and out of my mind. How much breaking and cracking and shifting has been endured at the expense of others. It wasn’t easy for me, but it was easier for me. Getting hopes up and getting it up and getting gone. The leaving just to return just to leave just to. Cyclical pain and present absences.
How dare I?
Maybe truth instead.