you want to be...who?

Failure is on your hands and the world is spinning.
The coffee is to sweetly fragrant and I feel so much older than this.
So above and beyond, but still trapped in the 'what-ifs' and 'has beens'.
Where do we go from here?

There are moments of clarity where it all seems so simple, like I should just be able to reach out and grasp it. Then life steps in and reminds me that nothing is like I thought it was and I'm just going to have to make do with the nonsense.

I don't care if it's rough and ugly and unsychronized.
Shoot me.
You're just a mean old person that likes to hear themselves talk. You don't care about the rest of us. You have no idea about any of this, about passion and paranoia, about something that keeps your heart beating when simple air won't do the trick.
Just go on. Leave us alone.

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