We are humans, we are not perfect, never meant to be. If we were life would be boring. We have faults. We do bad things. We do good. We brag about what we got. We tease others for being less fortunate. We make fun of people who don't match what we consider pretty. But look at what you are doing. You are no where near perfect. You are no better then anyone else.
YOU ARE READING
The Process
PoetryLife is a process, each day you step closer to your death. Life it while it's there, you could easily lose it.
