small wonder (bitterlipped) wrote,
small wonder

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sometimes we wait too long and nothing happens.

I feel like the original un-left-or-leaving girl from the picture book you made five, six, twelve hundred years ago: going nowhere and not as unhappy about it as I know I ought to be.
I want to be open to new directions but instead spin circles around the same distractions, you can't tell me anything about state lines I don't already know and even when I'm lost I know these roads will lead me back to what and where I've been before. Every year is a new groove in the same record; variations on a theme. I am looking for absurdity but not reaching far enough to find it. although! some weekends are more equal than others.
see also: living room camp-outs, navesink smoke bombs, streetlight water balloon fights, waterfall lingerie.
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