
Stop protruding -- projecting.
STOP.
no, pause for a second.
pause means continuation.
STOP.
Listen, just listen to the music.
Pause. Wonder. Just stop it.
It's done! Oh joy.
Not enough words.
Do you ever wonder.. with all the words we've created in our English language, does every words exactly fit or suit every feeling, or event, or.. ah maybe every word does cover ever feeling. Don't you just ever wonder though? Do words limit our perceptions and what we believe or what we have potential to think?
How can someone talk and talk and talk and be so loud and so obnoxious and crazy and childish, but mature, and spontaneous, and happy, and sad, and mad, and furious, and resilient? Lunacy. And how can someone who acts on how she feels, what she thinks..
How is she not able to speak everything she feels inside?
Are there not enough words? What's out there? Adventure?
Or is she just not good with words she keeps going round and round
circles.
ends where she begins.
cycles.
bicycle (:
i am where i began.
and if i can recall
[and vivdly]
i was doing remarkably then. i am there now.
"I put my foot to the floor,
To make up the miles I've been losing.
See I'm running out of things,
I didn't even know I was using.
And while you've been busy learning how to complain
I've been busy learning how to make a change
I made it"
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