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Wednesday May 23rd
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I’m sorry for blaming you, for everything I just couldn’t do and I’ve hurt myself by hurting you…
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Wednesday May 23rd
Everything about you is so foreign.
The way your eye sets at the sun the sun rise. Softness of your face against the calluses of my fingertips. How your lips tighten to convey a smile. The way you hide your laughter as if it was a crime. Your eyes are blue. Not like the ocean or the sky, but like crystals reflecting the sun. Your hands are long and rough, as if you’ve never had a single day off. For a handshake your grip is firm, but to hold a child’s hand they are gentle. Your shoulders stand apart when you sit. And when you stand and walk your eyes travel faster than your feet. Often getting lost. I’ll snap to bring you back into focus but when I asked what you were thinking you talk about a moon. Or the planets. Or the stars or time. You talk about how music doesn’t need the lyrics to rhyme. But when you speak I’m lost in your melody. You set your standards low and expectations are dismissed. But when it comes to acceptance, security is at its high. You laugh with both your upper and lower teeth. And you skin reflects the snow but manages to remain warm. You’re something different, like a new language. I could study for hours on end, but I could never fully walk the walk, or talk the talk. Your slang will always change and steps will continue to vary. But I can follow your lead, right behind your second step. Teach me how to speak and understand the culture behind the dictations. Why this is that or that is this, or very so this is this or that is that. Teach me I will learn.
I am intrigued.
Feed your dreams, starve your fears.
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