let's talk about you.but really i mean let's talk about you while knowing that everything i project outwardly onto you is really about me.
i rode my bike for a long time last night. lately the only time i feel good is when i occupy my body with doing something long enough that i can forget that i'm actually moving. ecstasy found in propelling yourself forward while feeling nothing but still. i want to get rid of you. because i don't feel good anymore. because i'm not quite sure i want to face the enormity of inner work that is required for me to feel better. because i understand that all this shit is about me and i'm not sure if i'm ready to take responsibility for how i'm feeling. i think i'd rather still blame you for awhile. [heart to heart so i'll breathe in your body despite popular belief i do understand the process: 1) i tell you i don't want to see you anymore. [i miss you.] i'm thinking instead of going through this again. all over again. again and again. until i make myself sick with repetition. i should just recognize that i don't need to focus on you. i should recognize that i shouldn't but i'm fighting with myself. and you don't fight at all. and if they support the same broken end, how is one at all unlike the other? |
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