In this empty house the sounds kind of hang like a drop of water about to fall from the faucet. Think about it, hanging there...waiting. Something is going to happen, there is a build up of energy. It has so much potential...but completely unrealized. Kind of like the words I utter now into this empty space filled with so much silence.
I stared at myself in the mirror until I became unfamiliar. I thought about where I am now compared to where I was before...
And so I drove downtown...to look at the Arch - acknowledge where I am...it was really quite a sight against the dark night sky.
And then I came back here to think about my life a little more - and stare at a movie that allowed me to zone out...and think a little about the idea of 'selfless love' that it was trying to create.
Wouldn't it be nice to feel what they pretend to feel? Or are we all just acting?
Wouldn't it be nice to be as content as they look? Maybe I am...but I can't quite put my finger on it. On what that's really supposed to "be like."
I'm always one step behind.
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