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just writing.

I want to write, but I don’t know what about.

I want to bleed, but I don’t know what for.

I want to breathe and move, but you already took my breath away.

I want to love, but you already took my kiss from my lips.

I want to be with someone, but you already have someone else.

I’m not good at this, this thing called writing. I’m not good at this thing called life. Hell I’m not even good at this thing called breathing, ask my lungs, they wheeze when I jog to the corner and back. I’m horrible at relationships; I forgot how to begin them.

I seem to be lost in this world, looking for every way that could be better. I’m not even good at being an American, the military test said I couldn’t add fast enough, but I have impeccable reading skills. This world is funny, in the ways that It works. I’ve tried many, many things, and maybe one or two things have worked for me, but still I have some kind of form of failure added to them. I am good at failing, I did just realize that.

It’s a horrible talent to have. I might not be as bad at it as other people but I’m still good at it. I do know how to be better at that, but I choose not to be. Maybe I know how to be better at all things, but I choose not to, some kind of physiological cluster f**k is a brewing up inside of my head. I guarantee you this will not make sense to me, if I try to read it over again, it may not even apply to the moment, but at this moment it seems to apply to this moment. This all doesn’t make sense to me, but I’m writing, and a friend of mine said that I have to start writing more again, before I lose the touch so I’m trying my best to do so.

Reviews

[blueeyeddevel]

Yeah that thousand miles dose make things difficult, but you followed your heart and thats all that matters :). An i bet you didn't expect that last sentence. Anyways when ever if you ever get back to Florida, I'll try to make some time to see you again, before you leave, as long as you make time to see me again.
This world has lost touch with being real, and being around such people is pretty much taboo to them around here.

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

I could hug you write now if I weren't 1,000 miles north of you. I LOVE this piece, blunt, to the point, pure thought...you're totally stripped here, it's amazing.

I miss you so much when I read this but...sigh...you're good at so much more than you know...one of which is being real, so many people have yet to discover how to do that.