nothing is perfect, but nothing worth striving for comes without imperfection along the way.
the need for one to pursue one’s dreams
At my feet I spot an old shoelace, dirty white, knotted up
Maybe there is no
ought at all, not
I loved going out back
to the balcony and just being.
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