My knuckles are bleeding through.
Finally.
There's a certain taste in the air.
But I'm not sure what it is.
A little salty, a little fear,
a little "let me show you how to do it"
I need your help.
I need you to pick me up.
And put me back down in the right spot.
Pull me away from the toys section.
Get me away from the cereal with the prize inside.
It looks so great, what with the colors and features and everything.
For once, I need something.
I need some sort of guiding question.
I need a prompt, an autobiographical map.
I guess my question for myself is "Why now?"
"Why at this point do you feel out of sync?"
The short answer is a cliche:
I'm so close, yet far away.
The long answer is, well, just that.
I guess you just had to be there.
So before one jumps to conclusions,
No matter where you jump,
I'm already trying to hard wire the landing.
I'm usually on the wrong spot.
Can you help?
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I think childhood is hard to get away from and I dont always think we should. But I feel like that is how our educational system fails us. They teach us too much through guided questions, and narrow paths that when we are on our own we dont know what to do.
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