i have to believe that there is more out there than just what we can see and touch and smell and hear and taste. i keep plugging along in the hopes that something else is guiding me through all this pain to teach me something, because my senses seem to have failed me time and time again.
i don't always see the good standing in front of me. i don't always touch hearts the way i want to. i don't always wake up and smell the coffee when i'm trapped in a cloud of my own delusions. i don't always hear the people who need me, and i sure as hell don't always taste sweet.
so i'm perfectly imperfect. and i'd like to think i was designed that way.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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