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May. 23rd, 2008 09:03 pmHe came to us
and said
you are not responsible
either for the world or for the end of the world
the burden is taken from your shoulders
you are like birds and children
play
and they play
they forget
that modern poetry
is a struggle for breath.
I'm fine without my family, without my school. Believe me, I'm more than fine. I'm better off without all of it. I never thought I'd miss anything from my world — turns out that I do. I really do.
No one ever appreciates nature until they can't touch on it anymore. Christ, I miss it. I miss rain, especially playing soccer in the rain, all of the mud and being soaked to the bone and loving every second of it. I miss thunderstorms like hell. Thunder always was my favorite. It tells of greater things to come. Now that we're getting toward the season, I miss summer. It'll never get hot enough here, and there's not even a real sun. I miss going boating on Lake Champlain and getting all tan and freckled just by being out there. I miss bugs and huge trees and, you know what? I even miss snow. Fuck me, I never thought I'd say that, but I miss snow fields like you wouldn't believe.
Forget, for a second, and oppressive government and an insulting labels for sexuality. Forget leaders who don't actually do shit. Right now, I'd just settle for being back in the real world. To climb a tree and breathe fresh air. That's all I ask.
A guy can dream.
and said
you are not responsible
either for the world or for the end of the world
the burden is taken from your shoulders
you are like birds and children
play
and they play
they forget
that modern poetry
is a struggle for breath.
I'm fine without my family, without my school. Believe me, I'm more than fine. I'm better off without all of it. I never thought I'd miss anything from my world — turns out that I do. I really do.
No one ever appreciates nature until they can't touch on it anymore. Christ, I miss it. I miss rain, especially playing soccer in the rain, all of the mud and being soaked to the bone and loving every second of it. I miss thunderstorms like hell. Thunder always was my favorite. It tells of greater things to come. Now that we're getting toward the season, I miss summer. It'll never get hot enough here, and there's not even a real sun. I miss going boating on Lake Champlain and getting all tan and freckled just by being out there. I miss bugs and huge trees and, you know what? I even miss snow. Fuck me, I never thought I'd say that, but I miss snow fields like you wouldn't believe.
Forget, for a second, and oppressive government and an insulting labels for sexuality. Forget leaders who don't actually do shit. Right now, I'd just settle for being back in the real world. To climb a tree and breathe fresh air. That's all I ask.
A guy can dream.
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