I know that we're supposed to be strong and self-sufficient and reassured certain of our own worth, questioning only the value of others.
But we're human.
We forget.
We forget that we are lovable.
We forget that we're desired.
We forget that we are anything other than the hard-shelled, busybody workaholics that we've all been trained to behave as.
We forget that we, too, merit adoration.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
