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and I wax a good many things this late at night
I wax philosophical
I wax lethargic
I wax sentimental
and I wax
I wane sensical
I wane understandable
I wane comprehensive
I wane in my worth (in terms of being listened to)
I listen to music from my past
ones that remind me of people and things done, and places visited
love
songs that remind me of love
who do I love?
what do I love?
do I even love?
when things work out..and my own headspace doesn't defeat me at the piano..that is love. what I feel..is love..not for anyone..
but it is love intertwined into the very fabric of who I am
what would I do if that was gone?
people leave
places change
and my own mind
is perhaps the least quiescent of all
it has no static state..unless of course that is at the bottom
do not take me for someone who is lost, and searching, and needing guidance..or ideas for coming to terms with who I am
I know who I am
and I love who I am
but I am tired
tired of something
tired of meaningless activities
tired of putting on a facade for people I never cared about..nor will
I'm tired of being alone
and one thing
I am afraid of
is what I may bring myself to do, as a result of that.
and I wax nonsensical..
or intellectual? I doubt it..
its definitely nonsensical
wax on..
wax off..
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