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Sep. 8th, 2011 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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If I ever wished to be flung into chaos, then I can consider it granted. Who would have thought there could ever be so many of them here, all clinging to their stories, each story as unbelievable as the next. It is a poet's dream come true. So why am I having a hard time using it?
Who knows. Who cares.
Still, there are always those moments when I catch myself half believing it. If you hear one story often enough, it seems like it must be true. Even if it can't be.
Maybe tomorrow, inspiration will strike. Or that day after. Or the day after. It's not like I exactly have any pressing need to get it done now anyway~
If I ever wished to be flung into chaos, then I can consider it granted. Who would have thought there could ever be so many of them here, all clinging to their stories, each story as unbelievable as the next. It is a poet's dream come true. So why am I having a hard time using it?
Who knows. Who cares.
Still, there are always those moments when I catch myself half believing it. If you hear one story often enough, it seems like it must be true. Even if it can't be.
Maybe tomorrow, inspiration will strike. Or that day after. Or the day after. It's not like I exactly have any pressing need to get it done now anyway~