Maybe I just like the feeling of jumping off of buildings because before I hit the ground, I can feel the wind in my face. And what's living without trying to fly?
I have high expectations. Also why I live so disappointed so often. I want to be bitter but mostly I can't be bitter and the coffee. And I suppose either way it goes, I didn't stop being me or dim my own light because someone else was afraid to see me shine.
And it hurts. It hurts every time. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't leap.
The world needs more of me. More living the unapologetic, too bright, love. Lovers of leaping.
Leapers of feelings. Leapers who haven't been in so much darkness they still spark with just a flint.
I don't blame anyone for being afraid of fire. I just need someone who has balls as big as mine. I need someone who finds what they love and like Bukowski says, lets it kill you.
And without a doubt, and it may never change, mine will be love. I love Love.
It just figures.
And he owes me an apology. I'm flawed. I don't have to treat people like shit because of it.
I have high expectations. Also why I live so disappointed so often. I want to be bitter but mostly I can't be bitter and the coffee. And I suppose either way it goes, I didn't stop being me or dim my own light because someone else was afraid to see me shine.
And it hurts. It hurts every time. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't leap.
The world needs more of me. More living the unapologetic, too bright, love. Lovers of leaping.
Leapers of feelings. Leapers who haven't been in so much darkness they still spark with just a flint.
I don't blame anyone for being afraid of fire. I just need someone who has balls as big as mine. I need someone who finds what they love and like Bukowski says, lets it kill you.
And without a doubt, and it may never change, mine will be love. I love Love.
It just figures.
And he owes me an apology. I'm flawed. I don't have to treat people like shit because of it.
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