December 18, 2010 § Leave a comment

i was dressed for success, but success… it never comes.

– reflection.
– reflection.
– reflection.
– hindsight.
– confidence.
– prayer.

i’ve realized that at the very end of the day,
in the dark,
falling asleep,
the only things that really matter… are simply the quiet things that i know to be true.
things that transcend the day to day or the disappointment.

growing. breathing. at ease.

think back a year
when everything stood at the surface.
a bandage you cut because you don’t know what swims under me.

life is in hard labor.


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