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i can't be inspired alone. my creativity has its limits because in the dull moments of boredom when no ones there, what am i doing? i'm never doing anything not assigned. i don't have spontaneity alone.
if anyone, you ever questioned my sincerity in trying to figure things out, if you ever thought that i was trying to show someone something, why i share, its because i can't do that stuff alone. or prove it to myself alone. i dont need commentary, but to have something hanging in the air out of my stomach.
back to everything else: i keep waiting to go somewhere else to make myself feel more comfortable but really i'm waiting for someone. i need an other. not just one, a few, back to where i thought i'd be when i started everything.
this is a soft individual realization which is usually not what happens, usually what happens is a passionate rage and squeeze words in where they sit next to each other screaming and purple but this only is complete to i, because you, will think this is about you. its about no one but i, and eyes.