what's the difference between you and me?

step one in trying to get over my aversion to having people read my stuff: put something out there that isn't proofread or polished or anything. i wrote this during class a couple of days ago and since joe is still lacking in the applications area and i hate saving writing stuff that isnt notes in notepad files, i had nowhere to put this. it was like a doodle in written words, so i know it kinda sucks. dont judge. i might get around to editing it eventually. oh, and i need a concluding sentence that sums everything up in a concise little thing, but my brain will poduce nothing. grr.

you see the cup as half-full, and i just see it as half. youre always looking for the silver lining, and while i see the lining, i also see the rest of the cloud: big, grey, and looming. you only look at the bright side of things, and i cant feign blindness to the bad.

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you like to stand out - midnight black against the purest of whites, but i just try to blend into the greys in between. youre out in the streets dancing to the beat of your own drum while i prefer to hide behind my brick walls, my marching band lying lifeless in the corner.

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you want to paint the sky red, but i prefer it just as it is. you want to sway the world with the power of your words, and while world peace would be nice, i've resigned myself to the idea that there's really nothing much i can do about it. if things were supposed to change, then the sun wouldn't be so stubborn about rising in the east and setting in the west.

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you are lemon slushes on a hot summer day, the midnight release of the movie everyone's dying to see, the blanket of fresh snow turning the world into a winter wonderland. I am the tepid glass of water that quenches but doesnt satisfy, the hour long wait in line to get movie tickets, the trampled snow that no one wants to look at but still cancels school.

*What's the Difference - The Holloways