Stuck up, in the trees.
I presume to know my own mind
most of the time,
busy from the days time-wasting
Euphoric, but
losing track of how I spend it.
Keeping gauge with goodbyes,
but you and I dont talk much anymore.I assume you think about me
in terms of more than what I am.
Im bordering on unhealthy, here
ready to chalk it up to
Insecurity, but then Ill just be
another anybody
I cant help but feel truth is subjective anyway.
Ive lost track, but I think I remember
you and I dont talk much anymore.Exploring a potential reality, Im
on a race to discover life.
I admit I wouldnt know what to do right now
if it wasnt just about me and the cat.
She has me for warmth
and I own the beauty of freedom,
but this all feels a little empty without
a you.
And I dont talk much anymore.All I guess I left behind,
seems to summon my memory
at the best of times
at the worst of times
I fear retribution
for my state of being alive.
I fear resentment
for my occasional content
and, really,
I dont talk much anymore.
I see your wow and raise you. Wow.
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This surprised me, really.
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Oh, that you don’t talk too much anymore, although I know you have alot to say.
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I fear resentment for my occasional content and, really, I dont talk much anymore. That, I really understand.
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