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And it seems I only have two speeds.
Too much too soon, or not enough.
Too much too soon, or not enough.
With the best of intentions,
I can’t forget how you took away the happiness from my life
like all the city lights broke at the same time.
the unsustainability of forward movement,
is the world’s most frustrating truth.
we are never completely beyond our past,
but never completely returned to it.
flashbacks that never mattered to anyone else,
anchor us to that which can’t be reached.
and we are only alive in the present,
in single moments that occur.
neither detached as their own entities,
nor fully connected to one another.
unable to melt into the expanse of time,
trapped inside our constantly spinning minds.
searching not always for something better,
but for something different.
not out of boredom but out of the realization,
that not all things are meant to be,
but that something different is that whose nature,
is difficult for us to understand or see.
Connor Oberst
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