STATUS: more writer's block

love is a thing i am scared of.
often, after i have failed at something, people's faces is another thing i am scared of.

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hope i find is something that it takes many increments of time to build up- like a tree in your chest, it takes time.
defeat is instantaneous, and often, takes many increments of time to disintegrate- like a tree in your chest, it takes time.

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look world, look!
(and she does, not sure yet what it is she sees)
(and i stop, not quite sure yet what to show her)

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it seems we're all here in the same place.
(and she, on the phone, nods silently- but outloud says "my god, you're soo far away"

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i am not a musician, though once, perhaps i was.
i am not a writer, though once, perhaps i might fall into being one.
i am not a man, since i imagine that's something that is very hard to be, at least women tell me so

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[throws hands into the air in resignation, shakes his head]
(false alarm guys, still can't write)