What is it I want to say? Who is it I want to be? Do others constantly wonder if they're doing the right thing? How do we know? What do we talk about? What gets remembered about the times we've had?
I'm not sure. I don't really know what any of this is for, or has been for, or where it's going. I only know I put one word in front of the other and hope my meandering gets me somewhere.
I'm not sure. I don't really know what any of this is for, or has been for, or where it's going. I only know I put one word in front of the other and hope my meandering gets me somewhere.
There's so much I want to say but I'm at the realization there won't be an ear for every word. That's something to reconcile with in these days left.
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