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|aaron (profile) wrote, |
on 1-22-2009 at 10:38pm
|Sometimes I'm made of clay, and sometimes steel. I'm either waiting for the hands to mold me, create me, and put me through fire or I'm cold and still, isolated. I know I should always be clay, but I always want to be steel. Nonetheless, sometimes I'm made of clay, and sometimes steel.
I just want to know if there's such thing as a should.
I feel like there is, in the deepest corners of my soul. But my brain tells me other wise.
I can't help but feel that my brain tells me wrong. I can't be both steel and clay, but I have to.
I want to. I want to be that nobody that is everything and knows everyone, but is still nobody.
That's the kind of person I want to be.
But I'm not.