we must never, ever be boring.

 I want to start a incandescent fire and drop my soul into it. I want to endure. I want to rock-climb to the clouds, and watch as my intellect unhands below me. I want to experience true agony. I want to face reality. I want to be real. I want to be candid. I want to lie and delude. I want to be a blank canvas you all add your craft upon. I want to be crafty. I want to know. I want to live in awe. I want to see and be seen. I want to face my dismays. I want to live in dismay. I want to be loved. I want to love. I want to belong. I want to live in solitaire. I want to take off, take flight, escape. I want to land. I want to scream and catch calling of my echoes. I want to stay mute forever. I want to be "normal". I hate the word normal. I want to feel able in my own skin. I want to wander, wonder, ponder, and squander. I want to exist in entity. I want. I want. I want. I need to get away.
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By Peter Vidani
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