Some days, I wish I wasn't so meticulous.
I wish I could effortlessly brush off all of the small, meaningless gestures as small and meaningless.
I wish I could say what I mean in a sentence, rather than a monologue.
I wish I could smile at the blue sky, satisfied at its depth and color alone, and without the smallest impulse or need to know why or how or when it found such a brilliant blue hue.
Some days I wish I wasn't such a prisoner to reason.
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