Wednesday, April 1, 2009
seemingly similar
My movable me never complains yet feels the need to hide away in plain sight where nobody can see and everyone is eerily and seemingly similar. It is a fine place to hide if you want nobody to hear your cries inside. It is a simple game we play with one another. WE placate to each other thinking that will take away the discontent we feel. To be content in this world today is to not be in it. To be in it is to be alive within it. My movable me is as diverse as it needs to be. It has to be that way now. To be so much the same is to be the other always. My movable me is silent, alone, and among many other's who feel the same way. Similar we all are today; so mobile and wordy and unafraid. LLc 98.2
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