sometimes...it's wonderful.
imperfections are beautiful. awkwardness and flaws can be endearing.
sometimes, however, not so much. it's like pine sap. you can feel it on you and it's uncomfortable and you can't wash it off no matter what you do. you can't help but be hyper-aware of it, growing more and more frustrated with each passing minute, begging for whatever it is to go away despite knowing that it's permanently embedded and wired into your soul and flesh and everything in between.
it can be embraced. it can be loathed.
right now, i hate it. so very much.
a waste of time and energy? absolutely.
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