Tuesday, October 20, 2009

devotion and imagination

they're spilling out. my views and perspective.

right now. you are hearing words so unequivocally me I could have written them myself.

these...this...is me. this is me all the time. except it's a fake, spurious imitation.

I cannot stand to listen to this, especially trapped in here when I know what's outside.

Everything I think, everything I feel, everything I see--all of it is being thrown on you this very second.

But you have no idea.

And you will only grab onto a tiny piece or two.

As hard as this was for me, I genuinely hope that someday these small pieces will flourish into full, genuine capacity for you.

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