i breathe all these questions like water in lungs, brianna, and i don't know where they come from or why i cannot ever be more than the smallest ting or why this darkpitchbruisechoke must return
but it does and it does and it does and i
must
keep
running as fast as i can to breathe pictures
of other people's lives
to make mine seem like it might
start to matter, i don't write the way you do, andrew does, dan does,
but i feel
this indigo
creeping into my eyes
shoot through glass to stop the moments
that go too fast.
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BAHHHHH
listen listen-
you are great. i don't even know you and i know you're great. i like what you said about picture-taking, it was really..poetic. stupid phrase.
dan dools you and i all have different writing styles anyways. i am learning not to compare myself to people so much. s'hard though.
i like the last couple of lines a lot. stopping moments is a really gorgeous way of describing a picture.
do you mean the questions i had in a poem? they are answered now.
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