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Why is it so hard to speak from the heart? |
| so many words catch behind my lips the things I want to say ready to spill things that I know should be so easy but there's a wall I am trapped behind. it's built like an hourglass and I am the architect but you, you chose how much sand to put inside it and I know, I know, at a predeterminate time your sand will run out and your mind will change and your words will fade and your ministrations will cease and your attention will dissipate and mine won't. I'll still be in this thing, still be growing this thing. I'll have less attention on the hourglass. I'll have gotten sloppy in my watch. wooed into daily distractions and hopeful normalcy and meanwhile the sand is fading... it's nearly gone. there was always an expiration date. I just forgot. |