7 Quotes from The Gifts of Imperfection and what I learned.
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A New Planner: A New Year Poem
What a trouble it is,a new year for the first few days.My hands so accustomedto the old date –writes it unconsciously all over.A few monthsand it is a habituntil another year comes by. What does a change of calendar dobut make me feel older,a little nervous of the passing timethat I seem to capturein my…
Read MoreScattered
You find yourselfscattered –across time, across place,in the leaves of trees you’ve visited,or the words scribbled in walls, real and digital. Every piece is complete on it’s own,and yet when they come togetherthey make you more you than you. So you beginthis journeyto find your piecesthat you’d keptin various places,just to be safefor times when…
Read MoreWeeping Times
It begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…
Read MoreWrongs, Illusions, and the End
That one could feel wrongedwithout being wronged,is a strange thing. That just by existing,by being realthe heart could bleed –of course it’s job is bloodly. And thus, honestly serves only aslong as it’s sweet. Bitter thingsare bitter anyway. We’re seeking illusionsto pass till the only real thing comes – the end.
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I let my heart break into a million tiny pieces, at least it was real this time.
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The Wordcastle 