aosid's Diaryland Diary

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sometimes i feel i should stop wasting words on this
but truth be told, they've never felt wasted
truth be told, i was glad to be dragged out of dull serenity, if only for a moment
and truth be told, i'm not ready to go back

sometimes i feel i should resent my new ties,
curse the stars and streets and parks for failing (as i did) to remain empty
but i cannot fight the warmth of familiar corners with their new old thoughts
and waking life in a bittersweet exhibition surely trumps that on an empty blue rock

so i'm not wasting words as i keep unearthing these fresh fossils
as i throw myself at daydreams
and try and show you the quick bliss that shook the moss from me and set my feet back in motion
as i share this idiot optimism that keeps my blood quick
as i fumble shameless grinning prayers for a future that may yet play out

i promise you that those short sweet traincar flashes are anything but gone:
they're only as far as i am, should you care to reach.

11:01 p.m. - 2011-09-21

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