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Complex Fragility

Everyday its like the rain, like a patturn.. I can relate to it, like the droplets act like a rhythm in the puddles, constant like it'll never end..

THey're so sensitive, clear and pretty.. Just like I am..

I get up everyday, go to work, come home, be lazy, go to sleep.. sometimes if I can't sleep I lay awake and go to work tired again.. Im' a sensitive girl, in an insensitive plane of existance, where you need a thick to simply survive. What am I to do? Do I have to give up something so fragile to survive and keep going?

Sometimes I even get prickly to those around me.. Telling them to get up, stop being such a panzy,and I'd hate to say it, but I'll say it anyways.. I hate sometimes what I have become. I used to love to paint, and I used to love the rain, and skiing.. and snow.

But now I walk down the street, with my jacket over my head, running for cover, because this is what the world expects of me.. Is it really anyone's fault they change, and become just another social product? Or is it something someone started, and now no one can run away from it?


Sincerely,
Kendra-Dawn

posted by Kendra Robillard @ 1:19 p.m.