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the pauses between heartbreak and ---
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(that's the sound I long to hear)
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(every once in a while, at least)
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(the sound of little to nothing)
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(no interference, no radiostatic)
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(perhaps a little babbling brook)
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(just for the cliché, tranquillity)
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(gentle, distant bird song choral)
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(our rhythmic drum-drum heartbeats)
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(a breeze that is almost soundless)
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(augmented by the scent of heather)
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(just breathe, sit, breathe, just)
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Slipping
slipping and sliding
sliding and dipping
in and out in and out
different
different and difficult
difficult and dissonant
in and out in and out
rare
rare is a compliment
well meaning, asinine
rare is a crux, a falsity
a façade with which to hide
hide from the fact I'll never
be, anything other than me, but
breathe
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take two pills
bitter my throat
calms my nerves
eats my anxiety
soothes the intrusion
but never cures
I
I
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- I just am
Just am holding on
Holding on tightly
so the ropes and the metal
imprint and break my skin
remind me I'm alive and fighting
still fighting
flailing a lot, but never failing completely
falling a lot, but never reaching the bottom
I should... we should
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Write a book, a memoir
not all tales are worth telling
but who decides
I need to be more than just me
the constant battle to be
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better?
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Just breathe
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Maybe the point is there's no point, maybe the point is that there is a point but it's not really a point that we think is the actual point.
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Maybe we are chasing a point that is more rounded and haphazard, jagged and varied than we thought?
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On the days when the light is too bright and the world too... everything
I sit on my chair, my favourite chair, and wile away the hours of nothing
as the world turns, the world learns, disarms, burns, and chaos reigns
I just sit.
Sit in my own little bubble. I won't say happy, never say happy, because
it's a trap.
it's my trap.
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Just---
be---
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(just breathe, sit, breathe, just be)
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Paul Stewart
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