why all the regret?
all the sense of failure?
the unnecessary feeling of depression?
none of it means anything.
yesterday, i sat on the couch in the cold under an enormous feather blanket thinking of the things that matter. the ones who inspire me. the people in my life and what they are doing there. hearts, hands, eyes, sex.
i thought about the destruction caused by fire. if this were all to burn, who would i be then? what would i have to show for myself?
its the people in my life everyday that matter. i am learning to appreciate them. i like them!
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