a small little suitcase:

:thoughts
So if we steal what they call gold, have we done the poor men justice? If we think right what they call rust, who's to say who's wrong? And why all this about you and me when all has been said and done? Is that purposeful importance, or meaningless grace? And if we think it living-worth to hurt ourselves (yet not ourselves), do we care if we have ears to hear what we all know has been said? While the want is clearly seen, it is still quite hard to keep on wanting. But then again who cares about hardship? It's like we know and yet we don't, and that's what makes it beautiful.

:i can hear you
but ive chosen not to amplify
your tactful nothings
they dont get me anywhere
besides -- the man on center stage has my full attention

:I am pretty much [free!
Open and one-way,
Staring at the run-way,
Cloudless but with vision,
Priceless with precision,
All meaning and glory,
Awaiting there fully,
Keep, Still, Yet, Now,
Go!

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end:note
i just wrote all these in the past 15 minutes. so. they are not edited.
preliminary thoughts are helpful.