I am dependent.
Dependent on the reaction of others, but, I can't cause an action
I'm limp
Limp like the flat sea on its flat sand letting the moon push it endlessly. Dancing day and night getting its toes stepped on and its new clothes dirty like its thoughts.
I'm caught.
simply caught. In a net of all things imaginary fighting with myself and letting me win. I am a meditation on reality releasing my prejudice and accepting nothing that I can doubt, but I doubt it all.
I am a dead walk from the stale hug, dried tear, and sorrow sigh that lies heavy on the dirt pressing the grass to come up and covering the new mound built especially for me.
I am that grass
I am that grass
I am that grass
repeating myself because that's what makes life go on, repetition of what I want to be.
I want
but I can't have because what is a "want"? What else but hope, solid hope that if I try hard enough it will come. But I can't
That is my truth
Can't.
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