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I couldn't fool anyone. the scuffs on those peacock blue flats with the patent leather black toes revealed my undeniable awkwardness and unbusiness-casuallness that followed me everywhere i went.
He was known whenever he gracefully walked anywhere, even his strong nose was profound and matched the sentiment of his world-view. He had emotions too big for travel. I felt bigger than the moon when in Paris with him last Autumn.
My mother placed so much emphasis on passion. what if his passion is quietness, brewing coffee, placing forks. What if I could love someone who had no passion. IT would be odd
I swear I used to be filled with singing back-lit leaves and feel art flowing through me like the waves of depression that also greeted me in those blue, sweaty, smelly, wonderful high school hallways. My life used to be artful, filled with my passion. Now I barely see the grass.