December 31, 2010 at 2:52pm
we are all guilty of something human and erring/we make houses of our mistakes stack them high enough to serve as fences if you can’t see my flaws they do not exist/what lies beneath our wishful facades rests the most fragile fears clear the pathway and the predictable will always occur again and again and it will keep repeating the known cycle nothing will change until we change ourselves humanity is a catch twenty-two drunk with our need to self-preserve we rip at the fabric of others compassion is a way of life practice it - Another Year Behind Me by Staceyann Chin (Excerpt)
