This Place Ain't Doing Me Any Good
I don't fit into my life properly. I am displaced. This is the kind of feeling that makes me talk about leaving town. I can't leave town, but were I in a position to do so, I would be talking about it now. I have lived in The Velvet Underground for a year, the longest I have lived in any apartment since moving back here in 2000. My circannual rhythms are kicking in.
What happens now, when my friends figure out the way I feel....?
I want to disappear for a little while.
posted by ces @ 1:24 PM
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You know, life lives in the next town too. And the one past that. It resides in the places you can't see and the ones you haven't thought of yet. Life wasn't meant to be fit into, it was meant to be lived. If we fit into it, we'd get comfortable. Lazy. We'd stop looking and searching and forget that there was more out there to be discovered. We'd lose ourselves and probably not even notice. We'd conform to what is whether it fit like a bad shoe or not, just so we could stand in a group rather than alone. We'd ignore the pain and pretend we were happy. Nobody fits in. Life was meant to be fit in.
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