Empty Air
You move.
You run.
Because you can.
Because you know how.
You can turn up the music in your room and dance your troubles away.
You can find a friend and laugh your troubles away.
You let the problems that surround you roll off your back like the rain.
How wonderful that must be.
Where you run, I stop to wonder.
I dwell in the already forgotten spaces you left behind.
Perhaps because my feet are simply full of lead,
And to stop is to let the ghosts in those forgotten spaces permeate my soul.
Perhaps because those forgotten ghosts are just like me...
How lucky you are,
Able to come and go and know nothing of the sadness this place wreaks of.
How fortunate,
To be so blind.
How lucky you are,
To cry only from the pain caused by another...and not one caused by yourself.
How fortunate,
To be so oblivious.
How wonderful you must be.
Table...
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