There, would you look here

here                                  hey, over here.
whoa, you’re a bit far?
naw, not really. you can still read me.
i guess you’re right. why over           there?
i’m just trying something new to me.
i see. how’s it working out for yeah?
looks different, but it feels the same.

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How should this run be ran?

change has hit me –
again and again –
it’s what it does,
but i resist.
sameness permeates my life.
others see change, where
i see staticity.
i run upon this treadmill,
each step no closer than the last.
adjust the settings, yet
i remain immobile.
shall i modify my run according
to the settings,
or,
should I take a step back
and watch the machine run?

Connecting through obstruction

it’s strange the amount of time i’ve spent caressed by other’s ideals. but upon consumption, interpretation of said/written words leave me feeling dumb. what’s with the jargon? never mind, it’s a specialty. we need this to distinguish those that have to those that have not. we could feel the same thing, but without the proper terminology, we are alien. i’ve always looked to myself for feeling, but if it does not correspond to those who’ve “affirmed” it through print, i must be misusing what i’ve understood. to me, understanding is a matter of sitting. i guess i can say this because the experience i’ve learned has been through reading. my experience has run counter to what i’ve been taught. am i wrong, or are they wrong? what if we’re both wrong, or maybe we’re both right? the majority doesn’t include the minority, otherwise it wouldn’t be a majority. but doesn’t that make it discriminatory? inclusion requires all and not just the majority. how can satisfaction be brought to all? i don’t think equality will be possible when difference is our similarity. until we recognize  different being out relation, inclusion is not fully realized. we may tolerate or permit it, but we’ll not fully live it. we require sameness, but that’s control, something unnatural. i’m just as guilty as the next in my lack of inclusion. i see difference as opposite rather than addition. we all add something, and our disconnect is detrimental.

Consuming the production of sameness

i’m drowning in redundancy.
luckily i still breath.
to breathe is repetitious,
but i cannot do without.
i hold my breath,
only to submit to necessity.
i can’t resist long enough,
and i don’t see why i would.
i don’t think it beneficial,
at least not now.
this involuntary action
is the summation of my being.
i repeat what i am to
be what i am.
to change the nature of my will
runs counter to my self.
how can i change,
while remaining the same?