everything seems far more poetic and meaningful in the blur of a rushed thought.
like when something catches my eye out the passenger window of a Subaru
and i only have a time to see the brief, preconceived idea of an object.
that's why i've stopped logging all my emotions into my Notes App,
because i realize everything i care about sounds pathetic when typed out
into coherent sentences. i can only pity myself before i have spell checked and proofread my mind. i can only feign any empathy for myself when i look through the corner of my eye.
so when she sits me on the couch and asks if i've kept up with journalling,
i guess i'll say no, i can't stand to look at myself through a telescope. i think it's better for both of us if i'm kept a smudge in a 1 AM sky.
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