Do you ever?
Do you ever feel like walking on the beach, trudging through the sand with the wind creeping in your hair, whispering to you the secrets of the sea?
Do you ever feel like looking every person you meet in the eye, holding their gaze, really getting to know them?
Do you ever feeling like breaking into a dance, flailing your hands in the air, moving your hips to the rhythm of that person-in-the-train’s ringtone, snapping everyone out of their early morning not-enough-coffee-yet-and-standing-too-close-for-comfort stupor?
Do you ever feel like facing everyone who hurt you, hit you or abused you, hitting them back with the anger and the pain, making them feel some of the anguish they caused you?
Do you ever wish you could go back and tell everyone you’ve loved how much they meant to you, before it was too late?
Do you ever wish you were bolder, smarter, more beautiful, braver than you really are?
Do you ever want to go running through the streets screaming “The world is a fucked-up place people; get up and fight for something, dammit”
Do you ever feel so crazy that you think, for the sake of humanity, it would be best if you never left the house again?
Do you ever feel like asking god: are you really there or are you just something we made up to cushion the blow?
Do you ever feel like taking it one day at a time, not because you had to but because you wanted to make every moment count?
Do you ever feel that way?
Do you?
Do you ever feel like looking every person you meet in the eye, holding their gaze, really getting to know them?
Do you ever feeling like breaking into a dance, flailing your hands in the air, moving your hips to the rhythm of that person-in-the-train’s ringtone, snapping everyone out of their early morning not-enough-coffee-yet-and-standing-too-close-for-comfort stupor?
Do you ever feel like facing everyone who hurt you, hit you or abused you, hitting them back with the anger and the pain, making them feel some of the anguish they caused you?
Do you ever wish you could go back and tell everyone you’ve loved how much they meant to you, before it was too late?
Do you ever wish you were bolder, smarter, more beautiful, braver than you really are?
Do you ever want to go running through the streets screaming “The world is a fucked-up place people; get up and fight for something, dammit”
Do you ever feel so crazy that you think, for the sake of humanity, it would be best if you never left the house again?
Do you ever feel like asking god: are you really there or are you just something we made up to cushion the blow?
Do you ever feel like taking it one day at a time, not because you had to but because you wanted to make every moment count?
Do you ever feel that way?
Do you?
posted by burgers and durians at
12:00 PM
2 Comments:
Do you ever feel like you miss your friend living in Singapore?
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j_lefty
awwww...i miss you too!! i can't believe i missed what sounded like a pretty decent summer in vancouver. and i can't believe you went to NYC again...awesome!
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