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Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.
I don't need to be the water in the well.
I don't need to be the well.
But I'd like to not be the ground anymore.
I'd like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.
Some girls know all the lyrics to each other's songs.
They find harmonies in their laughter
their linked elbows echo in tune.
What if I can't hum on key?
What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?
Some people can recognize a tree,
a front yard, and know they've made it home.
How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?
How long before I'm lost for good?
It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love
without drowning.

It must be possible to swim without becoming water youself.
But I keep swalloing what I thought was air.
I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
- Hanna Bakers poem, 13 reasons why.
 

mein herz bricht in tausend kleine stücke
und ich weiß nicht wie lange
ich mich noch aufrecht
erhalten kann

 

17.4.17 16:56
 
Letzte Einträge: x, x, x, the one regret


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