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Today I will attend the derby. I will don my hat. I will away myself. To the derby I go...
I walk upon the stars and feel something crush under my weight. Was it your head? Is it damaged? Have I damaged you? No, it's just a toy...
Little lives preserved in viscous vases plummet to the core. The magnetic belly of the earth beckons and they come, bidden by celestial guardians to seep their souls into its being. They etch their stories into the earth's membrane; sowing life wherever they fall.
It shows. When you ache so from your joy or your grief. When you laugh so hard you cry or cry so hard you laugh. It shows. Despite attempts to conceal the emotions they will betray you, leave you vulnerable.
The threat of the regret my past could cost me is ever present. What if I never become what I aspire to? What if I take a wrong turn that can never be rectified?
I don't want to remain local when I graduate. I want to fly to far away lands, and meet people, and learn new things. Home sickness will be my cross to bare, but it will be worth it.
This institution we call success. What is the value of it? How do you measure what changes so constantly? If I don't know where I am going, but know what I want to do am I a failure in the eyes of my beholders?
It's impossible to ever know the entirety of a person. Even if it's subconscious we keep some part guarded and locked away.
How can we ever truly know until we are shown?
Why do we label doors exits or entrance? What difference does it make to us, to them? Does it give the doors some sense of identity? Do doors even have identities? Or are they just doors...
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