Reclusive.
In a word.
Invisible.
In another.
Distant, solitary and alone.
Thinking, reflecting, thinking, considering, thinking, watching, thinking...
Thinking.
It's been a long time since all this thinking has been thought.
What makes YOU feel good? What makes YOU whole? What makes YOU happy?
Hunh?
Cover Star: One of Diana Eng's Fall Line
Headlining Band: The National
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1 comment:
it's strange, isn't it-- (If not unfair) that somehow we get lost in the shuffle. the private self. the compass. the instinctual thing that says "don't touch that, it will burn you"... one day I stopped to consider what DID make me happy... I realized that nothing I was doing was, so....wtf? How does it happen? How does it all slip out like the ocean on the shoreline?
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