The people feel and look the same, like they’ve settled here even though they know there’s something more, something better, just beyond where they are.
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So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? … You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
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When boys choose you for one night, walk away.
When they don’t have the decency to be honest, run.
And don’t turn around. There is nothing left to feel
in the places you have already been.
You don’t have to make yourself smaller so you can fit in his world.
You are vast. You are strong. You are more than most can hold.
Be proud of that.
Carry yourself like a diamond,
like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Carry yourself like something precious and strong,
beautiful and intimidating.
You belong to yourself.
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When you don’t seem to run on either side of the fence,
People act like you don’t make sense.
These big town dreams that I’ve been chasing,
Will never come true if I wind up staying.
And I don’t want to fall in the same rut that everybody here seems to be stuck in now.
Why do I hang around,
In this church pew or bar stool kinda town?
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Lately I’ve been living like I’m 10 years older than I actually am. It’s time to stop that. I have my entire life ahead of me. I deserve to have fun and act young and make a few mistakes.