everybody wants to feel good everybody says that they would but sometimes life just doesn't play nice and all they do is complain they don't get treated right what happens when you run out of people to blame what happens when you run out of hearts in this game hate to be caught in a hall of mirrors hate to be caught where your exterior is inferior when you know your interior is superior or to be more exact, you think that you're better than this you think that you're worth it, you think you deserve it but do you really if you don't work for it not everyone understands what it is to feel like you can't to feel like everything in the world is out of your hands feeling like whatever you do won't amount to anything when all you have to lose is everything what's the goal? a wedding ring or a home? or a six figure job? would that make you feel whole? guess you'll never know. you'll never realize until you grow old.
Does my motivation lead my potential? Is my fulfillment in the hands of my dreams? I know there’s hope in God, But do I believe the ends don’t justify the means?
I also know I have to share, share what I have to give, or what I’ve been given. If I keep the doors closed to the worlds of who I am, I would be just as treacherous as the man who buried his talents. There must be meaning behind, Something so great. Fantasy is beautiful and has its own power, But my character and past are revealed in truth that won’t cower.
winging from good fortune the battered albatross finds rest again
once strong-winged the battered albatross finds strength again
Recently I encountered beauty, and lingered longer than I should have. Wonder faded a little, and though still beautiful I wondered if I would ever again feel, as a boulder above the sea in storm, the tides of wonder and joy and love I felt rush over me, through me, when I found it for the first time. I lost my faith, and fell into despair. But then, when even this had waned, and a melancholy that was its echo lay over me, I stumbled in the dark, and once again found beauty. And once again, that same tide of impossible joy and wonder and near worshipful adoration crashed over me. And it was in almost inexpressible gratitude that I rejoiced for my foolishness.
***** perfect. I'm sick of perfection. being the perfect girl, the perfect lover, hiding my flaws, competing to be the best to get accepted.
***** perfect, ***** a perfect future.
cause an imperfect future with you, is what fuels my heart and fills me with life. all the silliness and love that will be present, in our not so perfect apartment, where we sometimes have not so perfect moments, where my imperfections you don't judge rather you admire them.
cause in this not so perfect love story, all the imperfections with you is my version of perfect.
there is more to life than a perfect life. your soul and heart will never happy until you find the right person to spend your life with, where an imperfect life becomes a perfect life to you where hiding is another day you're excited about.