her possible mouth (suchcartography) wrote,
her possible mouth

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I am ready to lie down in the middle of the street and have the ways of the world explained to me. Today, I do not want to venture out in search of lessons; today, I just want to copy someone else's homework and turn it in with the assurance that it's my own work and I had no help. I am tired of the mysteries, of the questions floating around, of scenarios I build up and then cling to as though they've any merit at all. I want to be held and quietly revered, kept some place warm and dark and away. I want to be enveloped by your perfume. I want to nap, far, far too late. I want to be met with success, want to be thought of as beautiful, want expansion instead of contraction. There is peace out there, somewhere. Somewhere.
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