tell me what matters to you and I’ll tell you who you are tell me about your memories I can tell they left a scar

Tell me your life’s story The things you exclude Tell me just as much As the things you say

start my time

is the first draft - the first reaction, the first letter, the first poem - the truest one?

or is the final refined version more true?

trick question

each tells us something -

one is the truth

one is what we want to be true

and the distance

is the work to be done.

hold that thought.

I don’t hate myself for being imperfect

but I hate the things about me that are imperfect

(words from Keihcel)

But who can truly love perfection?

A statue makes a poor lover