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In moments of weakness; I look up to you. thinking of the off chance that your situation is better than mine. Now, you must understand that this is only a moment. None the less, it still remains. Sometimes I wish I was you. At a moment in your shoes to switch places; just for an instant, to clear… Clarity carries me to a state of mind that cannot replace my about fate, let alone would I ever want to trade places with you, but in this moment, I am weak. I see you as a strong person. I envy you in this moment. This moment, so weak, along with short lived; is still present. It is real, something else remains... 
                    Sometimes I wish I was you... 
  I cannot fully explain but I can give you a little taste—a teaser of sorts’ moment that distorts my thoughts, mind you, likewise inclined to cease and desist in short time few. This is because I think about you. Which leads me to think about me when I question myself? You are a person. You make mistakes. As such endures what I am going through in this moment. And in this temporary moment I think that, sometimes I wish I was you. At no moment would I trade places with you, but in this temporary moment; it surely sounds nice. This makes me a man. (And) Speaking of the man, he is exactly that...; a man… The man makes mistakes but mistakes do not make the man. True words spoken from my own mind, yet all the time and again I find my own thoughts go well together in the company of yours. I am bet willing that once in a while, someone may even wish to be me. I don’t know… People are similar in many aspects. It is what it is, and you are who you are; but unlike me... You are special... I bet. 
  
  Individuality means that you and I must be, individuals. Bravo to you for taking your time to get a glimpse of my mind. Try to dissect me while I envy you in this mindless moment, of envy; of someone… Anyone, pick a card, any card, and surely you are to see above me at this low moment; looking down on me at my bottom. Sometimes I wish I was you in these hopeless moments. However…, I am me. And I will rise back to the top in hopes to see there for you, in your moment. We all have these moments; this is why I say temporary. This too shall pass, so pass this message to someone having their moment. You are worth it. Worth everything! Hold your head high, while I am so vulnerable in this moment…; looking up to you from my bottom; thinking of you as perfect if only for this imperfect moment. Temporarily, the fact remains that this is exactly that…; a moment… 
  
  In just a few, I’ll clear the blues not to confuse that I am also worth everything; just like you. Insane claims this moment with imprints of stains leaving a mark. So mark my words that on your marks, we mark for instance with labels, calling it simply...; a moment. Indeed we implant seeds (:) the mind finds and feeds from such a remarkable moment. Which I only state as such remarkable seeing as it able of use to induce a remark. In this moment, I am weak. Sometimes, in these moments, I wish I was you and think you are better than I. We all have at least one or two...; of these moments… Identification is the remedy, and understanding is the cure. Please understand me; please accept me...; in these moments… I hope, I do not have too many of these moments. For if I do, I will look to you as superior with no need; feeling inferior, indeed. 
  
  This moment has officially secured you a place into the grand scheme of the revolving door. In my moment I look up to you while in your moment with exceptional acceptance! Open your closed minds to the possibilities of a collective consciousness. In your moment; I will be nearby. My moment is exactly that; a short lived drama-like fantasy with real consequence—affecting the stability of the balance that keeps sanity. This moment may make or break you, or simply pass through the mastic waives; unaffected. Mastic waives harmfully impede grains otherwise affirmatively aimed to pollinate the crop of the many. Like it or not; these words have helped me a lot. 
  
  In this moment of severe, depressed, stressed…, anxious feelings; I look up to you. And in this moment, I envy you. I see to the sky and my eyes fill with tears; my heart fills with self-pity. Out of the blue, a cascade of strangers happens to pass by and in this moment, I enlarge their nature. Fearfully consumed by my manifestation, I conjure a distorted self-righteous fictional; pedestal. In my dismal moment, I become jealous of their pride. All alone, inferiority delusions plague my present record. Unable to process anything rationally; I think only one thought…. 

Sometimes I wish I was you.

-Ironic Zinc 
6-10-16-
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