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Been listening to a lot of rap music lately. I assume it's subconsciously me trying to be young again. Happy. I don't dream anymore, but recently, I had one and it bothered me. Maybe it means something more than its surface value. They say they all do. They say a lot. They, the masses, are usually wrong. I feel young and old simultaneously, but people, their words, their actions, remind me of the truth. I feel as though this is the first winter in my life I am feeling the cold. Four layers and still a chill. Shoveling has been a chore in years past. This year, I'm being acknowledged for it; even paid. It's only early-December, yet I'm shoveling. The seasons here seem to be but only two. Spring and Autumn last two weeks each. Or was it Summer? I miss an old friend and think of him often. Funny how those who could never get out of their own ruts, like me, always seemed to have some profound wisdom for others. I lack anyone like that in my life. So many people, who have lived so little, offer their insights, how they deal with a struggle that is not. Walk a mile in my shoes they say. I would gladly. They sound so comfortable. I often wonder if people watch me as much as I observe them. You would think I'd notice. So many flawed creatures with easy fixes, and this I can say, because I own a pretty powerful mirror. Checking the time. 16 seconds over.
Been listening to a lot of rap music lately. I assume it's subconsciously me trying to be young again. Happy. I don't dream anymore, but recently, I had one and it bothered me. Maybe it means something more than its surface value. They say they all do. They say a lot. They, the masses, are usually wrong. I feel young and old simultaneously, but people, their words, their actions, remind me of the truth. I feel as though this is the first winter in my life I am feeling the cold. Four layers and still a chill. Shoveling has been a chore in years past. This year, I'm being acknowledged for it; even paid. It's only early-December, yet I'm shoveling. The seasons here seem to be but only two. Spring and Autumn last two weeks each. Or was it Summer? I miss an old friend and think of him often. Funny how those who could never get out of their own ruts, like me, always seemed to have some profound wisdom for others. I lack anyone like that in my life. So many people, who have lived so little, offer their insights, how they deal with a struggle that is not. Walk a mile in my shoes they say. I would gladly. They sound so comfortable. I often wonder if people watch me as much as I observe them. You would think I'd notice. So many flawed creatures with easy fixes, and this I can say, because I own a pretty powerful mirror. Checking the time. 16 seconds over.
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