Wednesday, March 30, 2011
when did i stop caring? when i realized that the answers were not in any of the textbooks or study materials they gave, that there were no answers but what was left clinging to my fingers after pouring through and ripping every belief apart, that my hope hides itself slyly in the white spaces between each word, that in the pauses between each murmur in my head i could dream up a storm.
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I love this so much! And in a way you elucidated so well the reasons why my interest in schoolwork just dwindled as the semesters went by - that all the A's won't do anything to answer the nagging questions that I have; that they won't even make me feel happier.
hello fellow insomniac, thank you, for making me feel less alone (:
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