why can't i find what i need
why can't i feel what i see
why can't i hear you you're speaking
my eyes are open and i'm still sleeping
these sloppy words all rest together
i rearrange and they're still not better
they're flavored like pages of other books
and have holes but i don't have any hooks
on which to hang them to see them all
or a house or glue to put them on my walls
so instead i can try to understand what's outside
because at least i can see it with my eyes
or i can feel it with my skin when it touches air
or i can see the signs when it's in my hair
and it tangles and my hair and the trees are all in knots
and i didn't write down what i really thought
so now i can't distinguish what matters and what's a shell
of what i need but i can't really tell
and even if i sing a song with lots of words
its still so temporary and only in my nerves
but it's just there not in my brain
but anyway it's all the same
because when your life becomes what you invent
instead of equations on scrap paper like a sloppy blueprint
what would you do
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i feel so inhibited all the time. i do appropriate things when i really want to make a weird noise or statement or tell someone that their problems are junior and don't matter in the grand scheme of things. i want to be close with people i just met. i want to trust. i don't want to be in college with these seemingly important deadlines and artifical lights. i want to lay somewhere breezy with no hair and no clothes and not blow up countries. i appreciate this, i've been wanting to say something like it for awhile. i'm so sick of how everything i want to say becomes self-censored and watered down until it's just another useless paragraph. it all falls flat and on deaf ears. people only care that their hair looks like shit today not that they are here and have hair and a brain. a brain that only tells them what they are doing is no good. a world where no one thinks they are less than.
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