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| What do I say. My thoughts are jumbled, a mess. I want fluidity, clarity, certainty. Why must a cloud drift between what I mean to say, what I want to say, and what I actually can say. The world sees but a fraction of what I hope to convey. Ideas, emotions, wants and desires, all caught in the cage of my mind. | | |
| Lost chances, missed connections, guilt, regret, remorse. I should have, I could have, why didn't I? Life as an endless string of "what if"s.
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| There was a time happiness seemed real; something tangible, something that had substance, with a height, width, and length. But as so many things entered into my life, things that came with nothing more than a desire - a need - for even more things, that blissful quantification of happiness faded. And as these things leeched onto my life, I felt less and less, and began to realize that I had been afflicted with the disease of lust and greed for mere material objects and capitalist stature. Just one more piece of furniture or another gadget would make my life complete. But just as it seemed I had the last remaining organ to complete the animal of my consumer-driven soul, another function had to be enabled - a nervous system made up of electronic devices or a integumentary system of matching home decor. I yearn for a cure to this chronic condition of want and desire, but I feel I lack the courage to do what's necessary to transform my life.
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| I thought you were more than you are, and came to find out you are even less than you could be.
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| Occasionally I see what I want to see, other times I don't see that which I should. More often than not though, I wish I just didn't see at all.
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