"Don't go." "I never go far."
[[best characterized as a brain explosion.. this post happened 4 days ago or so]]
If I could be whomever I wanted to be, I think I'd be myself. But rather the me I imagine.
That is, how can I be so sad when I know everything will turn out not just "alright" in the end, but be perfect?
I am a creature that thinks "too" much. Rather, I am "just" human. Just.. tsk tsk tsk. aha
Rather, how can I be so sad when I know everything will turn out okay in the end, but might also end up perfect (if such a thing exists)?
I'm not sad right now. No.. far from it. But I felt I should start off with an interesting idea that seems to get those mental gears flowing. After all.. only then can I write what I intended, haha.
Sometimes, when life seems too much to bear, I believe it is of you I think. My only hope, then, is that you merely think of me sometimes.
I am the type of man who sees the end result of himself and wonders why, oh why, can't I be him now. The finish line is ahead; surely I must be able to make dash for it and get there before my time. I know who I want to be, but being unable to get there - and, furthermore, being unable to explain to all but a few others - I must simply tell people I've no direction.
In my head I am the man of war, with eyes who've seen more in darkness than in light; the Casanova, where every word I say is saccharine to pull you in; the "dread pirate", waiting to finally make that catch that makes it all worthwhile and myself able to stop.
I believe that is when men are truly men. When we can show ourselves to be who we really are. And even though I may be a-thousand different things, I will be able to be me 100% of the time.
But it all requires something to go against.. someone. That is what all the different ideas share: a common belief in one
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