alicia (fuzzdecay) wrote,

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i walk slowly. and stare up in to space.

when i concentrate on my movements i feel like i'm gliding across the floor. every step is perfect and deliberate, the sway of my hips is in perfect accompaniment...

but i know from the outside, i'm not gliding, i look like a lost 5 y/o girl.

i drive quickly.

sometimes i'll take a corner in the milkcarton, and it's perfect. i don't have to slow down.. it doesn't groan or pop... it's like the car is an extension of my body and i have it perfectly under control.

but i know from the outside, it's an old beat up wagon. nothing sublime.

fuck being outside.

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