Memories are films about Ghosts

i feel like my writing -- if i continue to write in the same vein that i have been -- will become redundant.

i despise that.
the constant circles that your thoughts go in.
-- so many circles that you are buried and can't get out. can't breath.


i don't want to become redundant. writing looses clarity that way.

so let me try this:

part of love is longing for routine.
so then why
is not part of routine a longing for love?

exactly.

it's walls. it comes back to walls. and ghosts, and demons, and pasts.
it comes back to things only the induvidual can touch.
only the induvidual can dismiss.

but why can't another person inspire someone to dismiss them?

i want to be -- will be -- that person.