Human nature tends to crave beauty and truth, in all its different forms. We make our own beauty. Write our own truth. I can make my own history. All in search of beauty.

If you can justify this to yourself, then that is all I ask.

I'm looking for the words I want to become. Defining my boundaries, setting my limits.Always breaking the limits. How else can I grow? I can't do it alone. I don't live in isolation.

I wish you could see without being blinded.

I'm reaching for the words that can tie up loose ends. Always leave a few untied, who knows when you'll return. Leave everything open.

Don't expect the world to be on your side. Don't forget that maybe love is the reason why.

Everyone I get to know gives me new insight on myself. This is why I can't discover it alone.

My door is always open

I don't like this entry. I let the words speak on my behalf, whatever theyre trying to say.

Those words at best were worse than teenage poetry at 10:38 p.m.

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