that deadened fingernail first damaged long ago not quite a lifetime but time enough to feel that way is showing signs of regrowth partially shrouded but visible beneath the lingering ruin the fingertip was caught ensnared and pressed more firmly than could be endured though care was provided the bruising ran deep and undermined any chance of this body's repair unexpectedly and unimaginable in spite of this layer of lamented keratin there stretched forth a sudden burgeoning a crescent of cuticle and lunula telling of the strength of the fingernail to come
Jupiter was visible yet again tonight a symbol of tolerance and understanding or so i have read shining bold and proud yet unwittingly misleading to those who might look contradicting the import of ever-present Polaris; but to me ruled as i am by nothing less than the magnificence of the Sun it is merely another distraction to confound this search for my true north
As the smoke clears I am left with the perfect image Of the destruction I caused. Here the air is heavy, The weight of my mistakes occupies all of the space in my lungs. And tonight, As I stand alone, The urge to etch my flaws Into my skin Overwhelms me. It craves the kiss of cold metal. I am fighting a never ending battle And my body keeps the score.
perhaps the moth simply doesn't know the strength of its own wings but the way it flutters seemingly erratic in its choices never straight forward in its direction can be infuriating at times as those silken sails appear to force it where none expect it to be in disjointed circles often far off course only occasionally will it find itself exactly where it should be whether accidentally or by design its every path is filled with calculated corrections revisions and redress in order to reach its intended that source of light one way or another
Bottle of herbal gin but I'm already drunk off this, your easy stride and devious grin. I don't know where to begin laying under magnolia and stars like childhood friends. Giving you all of my secrets my break and my bend. Please don't ever go sober and leave Dallas again.
A lie is an intentional mistruth. It's when you deliberately try to get someone to believe something you know isn't true.
A mistake is unintentional. It's when you ***** up, and usually, you end up hurting someone even though you never meant to.
It's when you let people push you to do or say things you aren't ready to.
It's when you're still learning what it means to dream, to live, to love, when you try so insanely hard to put it all behind you, but you can't because people won't let you forget the mistakes you made.
Just remind yourself that all people make mistakes, and your mistakes don't define you.
******* up doesn't make you a liar. It makes you human.