but i live and i breathe enough TO know the discomforts and while they do NOT make life more precious, i am glad they are recognizable and i try to keep that perspective with me- always...
i'm tired.
i'm tired of lies for my own good. i cant stand when someone wants more than even they believe themselves ever capable of giving, of those who so quickly and easily disregard an honest gesture of the heart...
but you know the old saying, pointing a finger points three more back at yourself.. .
i try: to not let go and easily give in at the first sign of resistance. to fight. to take whats meant to be and realize what it for what it is. to not overlook the consummate truth, while still searching for my own vainglorious image.
is the only reflection in your eyes yourself?