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[notwalking]

He 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.

Comments

[notwalking]

Who's Petrelli. Amazing. He's the idiot in charge. Keep an eye out for Yagami too, but he's not as annoying. I just hate Petrelli more because I haven't gotten a chance to lay a finger on him yet.

I've heard that one before.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

Angry one, aren't we.

Maybe because it's true? Not really in the mood for storytelling, but I've seen far too much hell raising lead to innocents getting tortured and killed. That I don't tolerate.

[notwalking]

I'm used to it. I'm sure my friends would tell you you're right, though.

Yeah, like I said. I've heard it. Thanks for the input.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

I usually am.

The attitude's cute. Not doing a lot to convince me you're not a kid, though, Notakid.

[notwalking]

Funny, so am I.

Like I said, stick around and you'll find out. I don't feel the need to prove myself to a woman I don't even know.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

Funny, hmm?

Not entirely convinced on that one. You seem like the time who feels the need to prove themselves to everyone. But it is almost refreshing to find someone here who doesn't know me.

[notwalking]

You don't know me, ma'am.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

You like poetry, raising hell, being smart. Don't like authority or even being given friendly advice. Angry with a dash of arrogance. I'd say I've at least scratched the surface.

Call me ma'am again and I'll call you kid again.

[notwalking]

Just barely.

I'll never understand why everyone gets so up in arms about a little term of respect.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

It's a start. And you don't like being made to feel young, I don't like being made to feel old. Plus, terms of respect only work when there's actual respect behind them.

[notwalking]

And who's to say there isn't?

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

It is hard to tell over these things. But you seem like someone who doles out respect sparingly. Probably not to someone you don't really know.

[notwalking]

Yeah, if you're not the Captain or a poet, you're shit out of luck. Sorry.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

And poetry in motion?

[notwalking]

It's all around.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

Less here than home. Still, cute answer.

[notwalking]

I'm inclined to disagree. It all depends on who you surround yourself with.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

All sorts of interesting people at home. Still getting the lay of the land here. I take it you're surrounded by a Captain and an army of poets, then.

[notwalking]

I'm a lucky one.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

Good for you. I prefer to make my own luck.

[notwalking]

That's ironic.

[misskittyclaws.livejournal.com]

Story of my life.