Take A Fall

||Exulansis ||

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I wish not for clarity,

Nor do I wish to live in disparity.

I wish not to be understood,

Nor do I fancy knowing if you could

The things I dream of,you can't relate;

They're so obscure and out of place.

I won't speak my worries out of kindness,

For if you hear them,you'll wander off into madness.

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Exulansis

(n) the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it-whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness-which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.

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A/N:I came across this amazing website called the The Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows,which inspired me to write this poem.

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