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I'm an assortment of burning branches, and you are the magnified sun.

 Always caving in.

Destroyed again. I don't know how I am going to cope with this one.

I never deemed it necessary to have some sort of new years resolution. I've never been able to fulfill any resolution really. My motivations last as long as a lit match on a windy day in Frisco. Sure it bothers me that I never get anywhere with what I try, but on rare days I can't help but enjoy the fluid existence that is my life, and I realize that that is the state of mind my mom is eternally in. I have big dreams like my father, and the craving for solitude that my mother is forever consumed by. I am missing the mind-numbing element that drives this entire world: the ability to get shit done, and the ability to move on. I'm such a fucking townie it hurts. Every time I walk out my door I feel myself wanting to seep out of my skin only to become a part of this earth. I find myself wanting to be a rock or even a mound of dirt in some unvisited part of this planet. I would even settle for a branch in some kindergartner's palm. I want so badly to be a tree, pounded by daily breezes while birthing leaves to decorate yards of untainted ground with. Unfortunately, I can not. I am only me, a person driven to evoke feelings in others because I am burdened with an overwhelming amount of them. Some have their worth, and some are just awful, but whatever. That's not the point. I don't even know why I am writing this right now. I have to attend a sleep filled with healthy heart throbs provided by someone I don't want off my mind. So, cheers? No, good night.