oh. shit.

i have just been smacked in the face with life.

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better than me
are you
kinder than me
are you
sweeter smarter faster
you you you
prettier than me
stronger than me
lonelier than me
I want to get to know you
better and better

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here is the deal:
some days i am not full of lust or hormones. some days i am, but not all days. some days i'm mostly full of paper, and the implications of sexton and plath, and the blue and orange of evening, and the warm grays of both spring and autumn, and smells like juniper, and sunsets, and seeds that look like caterpillars. i want to fold 1000 paper cranes. i have been meaning to do that since i was about 11, but i never really got around to it. all this could possibly have the same effect as lust, (i think it's possible) but we don't really have the same mindsets when it comes down to it.
i'm frustrated. i want to tell you about beautiful things but i'm afraid you'll think i'm naive. or that it will all just bounce of you like stones in shallow water.