there was never such a beautiful thing, without a thought of people or not, and that was enough. always enough. thinking about targets, and choking hazards, and little kids with pink hair. but it wasn't enough. we will wait for it anyway. we will calmly wait... patiently... let's just be calm, let's just wait. and we will never give up. even if we receive physical harm for not a dollar or a dime. it would be just enough for us to smile, ready for it to come along. we will be patient, we will not tire, we will be ready. since of course it's better to be happy than sad and we'll walk down a paper filled road that is mostly litter and pictures of fake things. I like to stand higher than people, I like to smile at people who walk by quietly. whether we're antagonized or not, even if we're hated, even if they're ashamed. after all of this, it is quite enough to be yourself. but if that thought was not enough, then things will spiral, and we will drop. after enough of encouragement from lemon drops, and unexcited people talking, and unhappy people watching. we should have been enough.
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Part the World
Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
