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Someday

 Someday i'll get away with being absent.
I'll be okay with waking up to the shoes on my feet being cemented to the floor of an empty room.

And even if I have the looming option of stepping out of my shoes, I won't.
I will no longer be held to any expectations.
I won't have to decide what to eat, or whether or not I should sleep an extra thirty minutes and be late to class.
I won't have to fill my tank with gas at the end of every week.
I sure as hell won't have to put up with traffic and assholes on the road.
and like effusion, I will allow my  scattered thoughts, like gas molecules, to escape and fill the empty room.       

Someday maybe everything won't be so obscured.
Maybe i'll meet someone and we can be sloppy and uncolored.
Then when we're entirely nonsensical and frivolous
we can tie ourselves to an impressive rock and sink to the bottom of the ocean.
In the end we'll be impeccable.
Written by LOFLO
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