resuscitate
The colors here are so off, so tainted with bad memories. It's more noise than illumination. How can you stand this 8 hours a day? I need a window, quick.
The earth is severe in all it's moods. More severe than any of it's inhabitants and yet we are the ones that feel that we make the decisions. The earth is an angry, breathtaking, violent place and there is not one thing we can do to stop it.
Love. Pure and simple. I can make a table out of cinder blocks and some ply-wood. But my book shelves, oh, they are temples and should withstand the thoughts that are placed on them.
Foolhardy, stubborn, or a good natured go getter? How far can you go, how many enemies can you make before you get your mark?
If a child graduates and no one is around to see, is it still a success? Success is so regulated by society that I'm not sure any of us really know what it would take to make us feel truly successful.
Plans are great, If you live in a world where things aren't always down to the wire and as most 2 weeks in advance. I have plans, maybe I treat them more like dreams figuring they will happen when it is the correct time. But, I feel like if I labeled them as plans instead of dreams maybe they would have a better shot of making it to fruition.
Oh, how I float above all of you. Faster, stronger and more well equipped. I think of everything. I think of how far above you all I am. I think, and I realize, I have almost removed myself from you all entirely. It becomes very lonely with the growing altitude.
I am driven. It is layered on me like layers of an onion. I have no idea if these are the things I really want, but they keep me going. Hopefully them and I can make our peace.
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