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life before me is a tapestry, a melody, whatever gentle metaphor you find at the bottom of the box, patched together in a hum of dizzy dreaming. sign off with a smile, captain, don't want to worry your crew. it's all for you anyways, or it will be someday. (that's what they all say.)
somewhere in the tangled mess of color that is this wreck of an Earth people are falling in love, people are falling out of love. you can't see it and i can't see it either. if we knew what it takes to run this show we would surely go insane.
you can see it out the window, a pulsing hub of life. below you, in the cities people are living the lives you wanted to. you're on top of the world or you're stuck at sea level deluding yourself into feeling the wind at the top of mount everest. close your eyes, darling, i know you're afraid of heights.
because there is no possibly way to live long enough, to carve your name into every stone in the world until you've destroyed it. who would want to? just close your eyes and listen: its all for you.
(do i repeat myself? very well then i repeat myself. i am large, i contain multitudes. or so a wise man once said.)
close your eyes.
~tuesday ( i quoted walt whitman jsyk)
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