Life means lines. Shapes. Vibrating color. Imagine a logical world. What a horrible mess that would be! I hope to find love for the illogical, the wild, the dreadfully beautiful. I have hairy arms and usually dirt edges my finger nails with subtle presence. And I'm glad. The unshaven leg holds some mystery and the blemish, some shamefully intriguing poison.
Bring on flaws, for Earth looks better with a crooked nose.
1 comment:
Uh huh Jacque! I love your flaws, the things that ground you, make you human. It makes one more in love with who you are and shows that my faults will be accepted by you and that flaws can help bring out the best.
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