trip to the mall

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why should the act of wrapping two polycarbonate (read: plastic) pens in a brown envelope
and securing them with care and a piece of red tape
when no wrappings were required

be viewed as a new-age-post-sale-customer-retention-luxury-value gimmick?

should we not stretch ourselves beyond the ordinary everyday
to make the seemingly mundane seem less so?

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the bright signs and well-lit displays
I might previously have seen as being pointlessly materialistic are now
easily, breathtaking reminders of the beauty of human ingenuity.

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we will stop at nothing.

the fact that we can do it,
is reason enough to perform an act

isn’t it?

 

 

love (one)

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i need to love deeply
the way that i used to when

i didn’t have an object for my love

and i had time to feel
how simultaneously heartbreaking and lovely it was, to love

i need to love, the way i used to when
winds whipped my hair around my face and blew the staleness out of my soul
when i went walking near the lake

just because i could

just because i loved to

 

averaged

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i don’t recognize my life anymore, it’s living itself

there isn’t a place i can rest my head that feels like my home —
maybe that was a concept only for childhood

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i’m like tempered glass, i can take anything and never break,
but i feel nothing either

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my highs and my lows have been averaged out
to a near-constant forbearance

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i don’t know if i’m stronger for keeping it together
or stronger if i’d let myself unravel

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it makes me happy to make you happy
but i don’t know who i am anymore
or if i should strive to be anyone at all

silence

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i get that we need to communicate and share, and lead

but sometimes i just miss being quiet.

 

there is so much going on when nothing is being said,
so many paths forming, so many ideas becoming concrete

so many particles of being vibrating at just the right
frequency to feel at one with the whole

 

silence is to speaking as dreaming is to waking

for me at least, it needs to be a regular thing

 

life’s steady trickle

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there’s almost nothing that can’t be dissolved

by life’s steady trickle

as it falls over the illusions

we create for ourselves

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a stiff body indicates a stiff soul

cold finders indicate a need to bring one self together

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we’ve always been working with an iffy landscape,
of treacherous peaks and temperamental valleys

nothing we build lasts for long

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it becomes easier to escape the noise when there is a lot of it

easier to find oneself when buried under a mountain of change and uncertainty

easier to fall off the cliffs and realize that our falls are not unsupported

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it takes strength to pull aside the drapes to let sunlight in

it takes strength to pull aside the habit from our faces to let divinity in

but we are awfully glad that we have