Thinking about it, I could do anything, on any given day. But I don't. I do something, but it's just a little piece of something that's almost nothing. It's almost nothing.
But if I could do one thing, I would come and see you. I don't even know who you are. I haven't even met you yet. But I am not going to meet you by doing nothing.
I wanna be free from this. Free from this lack of movement. I want to be free from this part of me that locks me away from all that is living. Because I feel it, I can feel the living and it is right here next to me, it is right in front of me -- I just refuse to hold it, I refuse to get in the car with it.
And I know you look at me and you think I'm in it. You think I am following my dreams and you think I am living. I'm close, I'm breathing. But I have not stepped out, I have not lept. I would leap for you, if I could just find you.
Maybe the leap comes first.
*This was written as a stream of consciousness thing, on a whim. I've not read it back. I'm posting it.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this.
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wow, thank you. i really appreciate that. it's funny, i look at this post and it doesn't feel like me that wrote it. it was so spur of the moment and so from some weird place in my subconscious that i don't think it hit my mind before it hit my fingertips.
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