i feel like i am forgetting more and more how to effectivlly communicate. writting letters that are too heart felt to be sent, aiming things out into the world and hoping that the person who they are meant for will read them and realise he is the one i am refering to.
i wish i was braver, capable of verbalising these things as more then whispered words and barbs that pierce and stick and stay.
and i know things will never change and i will wake up the same tommorow and the next day and on and on
and i cant even hope that what i want is deserved or realistic at all
WAKE UP! I HAVE BEEN HERE ALL ALONG, WAITING FOR YOU to see
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you've been directing your good spooks into dark and empty spaces like a child with a flashlight to the night sky with the best intentions and waiting for it to shed some light on something more substantial than empty space. but city smog can be cruel and lets no light escape.
what a shame is this dichotomy of the forest and the city, of solitude or anonymity.
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