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[Jan. 6th, 2008|01:21 pm] |
Have you ever thought about how much time we waste waiting for the perfect moment?
The perfect time to write an entry,
to take a picture, to clean our rooms,
to tell someone in need what they need to hear,
to tell some one you know how you really feel about them...
it's slipping away.
Because even though you think your life is uneventful,
there is actually a whole lot going on up there, and by up there I mean in your head, maybe your heart, maybe even with the people around you if you're just too self absorbed to see it.
I just don't want to fail, for once.
I don't want to give up, for once.
Don't think I'm like this whiny person. I just worry a lot.
O.K. Yeah think I'm a whiny person. :,O.
yawnnnnnnnnzies. i'm done dwelling. time to talk out of my head.
it starts with a hello and goes south of smiling.
you're closing your fists.
i can understand why you're frustrated
but you will have no reason to ever know my name
i'm trying to be realistic here
to you it's just another story, "so why the worry?"
because to me it's more than that
and you have no patience
to measure the worth of one day
or even a short evening to be still
and calculate the frequent pulse
of one body breathing against another |
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