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Something I wrote yesterday and translated from Hebrew. First draft. |
}and this city, Wake up and see another ceiling, maybe for once a room with a window. Simply, I want there to be a correlation between the "other me" and me, moving somewhere else Different enviroment for a different me Because this new me do not get along here Other people do not speak with me, they speak to some sort of a character, they give me wierd looks becuase I am what I am I occupy myself with thoughts that "the normal people" only think about when they "been going through some stuff" So my life is constantly through some stuff. and everything is well, you don't die from it In my eyes when you can say honestly that sometimes you do not want to be You're more alive Stop hearing Everything, for moment A melody without any words would've been really nice All of the talking though? Do not work for me at the moment I don't want to be anything but me Not that it's always like that But thats how I want it right now. But it can't be Out here in the city You have to be, Something At least I find comfort knowing that different people see me As different somethign At least its not set in stone. I would love to be looked at by a crazy person right now, or told something by one Its funny how we see ourselves at the wierd stuff crazy people say We reject it most of the time, or at least I used to Mostly on an outside level, at least me. |