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  • I usually feel inspired to tell the truth, sometimes for the first time even to myself, when I'm outside, head cleared and in the middle of doing nothing on purpose.

    This is about my tendency to sit back and observe while forgetting to make my own memories.

    I finally understand,
    my choices;
    my actions;
    my in-actions.
    why I wish to do so many things,
    but don’t.

    I know why i write,
    why I sit here
    underneath my values.
    snuggled, warm, between the sheets.
    still, captured with wonder.
    wrapped up in the lives of others.

    It is easier to watch,
    to criticize and stand still.
    stand alone,

    Acting as a camera
    following every one's lives;
    when I let my own pass me by.

    This is a choice I’ve made.
    but now knowing
    and aware
    where do I start?
    I guess that’s up to me.

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