Just Be

January 30, 2009
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Tired of this same existence.
The repetition of my twenty four hour day,
An acoustic sunrise,
A hot chocolate night,
A sitcom evening.
A cluttered cluster of text books and dance shoes,
Birthday presents and brand name jeans.
A drawn out breath and a single thought is all I wish,
Not even a thought,
Just to be.
Just to take my thoughts in a jar
Let them sit there for a day,
As they boil over or decay
And just be.

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