I regularly repeat mistakes under the premise that somehow my flesh is less natural than your and therefore not subject to such things as infatuation, loneliness, pain, emptiness, insecurity...
And my simplistic "sorry" is insufficient in silencing the symphony of strife and sadness and disunity that result from my destructive decisions...
What would i change if I had the chance?
An inquisition i am challenged by because i acknowledge my inability to become better to make myself more moldable to correct my condition to live life any differently to separate myself from the me tainted by humanity
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