Working clinically to navigate the depths of neuropsychological behavior I often forget that I am a human, too.
Random comments and flashcard worthy quotes persevere through the highways of my mind. Chastising quips sneak by while I sit in disarray. No matter how much is done to expand the encyclopedic hope of mastering emotions I still try to remember that I am human, too.
Living within the realm of fallibility is to seek perfection in spite of ever-changing landscapes. Fault is shoved in the faces of anyone, willing or otherwise, and with this shared nature comes relief. Despite efforts to avoid entrapments of the mind I will be angry to recall that I am human, too.
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PoésieA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
