Mesmerized again by the very commonness of everything us urban human beings feel. Solitude in a crowd. Stupid teenage feeling of being misunderstood or just unheard.

« I run into my thought from across the room » and I figure out there are thousands of similar thoughts twirling in the air, like a twinkling locust cloud…

I turn up the volume and I listen to some perfect_ready_to_feel words :


buildings and bridges

are made to bend in the wind

to withstand the world,

that's what it takes

all that steel and stone

is no match for the air, my friend

what doesn't bend breaks

what doesn't bend breaks


we are made to bleed

and scab and heal and bleed again

and turn every scar into a joke

we are made to fight

and fuck and talk and fight again

and sit around and laugh until we choke

sit around and laugh until we choke




***Ani Difranco***

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