when what you want is exactly the same as the other person over there texting; lying down sluggishly waiting for the tired eyes and body to shut, patiently answering the curious mind, the concrete meaning of screaming; conduction of sound wave moving through objects, deflected and later joined for that person to hear, secretly wishes for the alpha and beta wave rhythm to synchronize, when suddenly realization comes and says, "you're looking up so high!" so you pick every pieces back, the pieces you have thrown for that person to catch but never manage and keep it in a pandora box; where literally no one can know or see that you have tried to reach out but you couldn't because intercepting something beautiful is synonymous with the former condition before the two ever meet and start a conversation, strangers, because you know, what they have been saying is all true. not one bit wrong, regardless how pressing it feels just to get them to understand that this straight course can be bend, which is actually one awfully, clearly idiotic idea inserted into one mind.
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i never knew that there could ever be another inspiration
some writings are meant for you, me and the others
but this one, this one is for that shining star.
all at 3 different levels, just the way i want it.
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