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I'm a giant cornflake, er... conflict.
I'm challenged only slightly outside my comfort zone. I'm nearly 29 and I have toys surrounding my monitor and mac. I have sticky notes of reminders I've forgotten weeks ago posted here and there. I'm too ambiguous, and not amidextrous enough. My skin and bones are the only things that resemble my former self, and yet I'm haunted by mistakes made. once, a dragonfly landed on my outstretched hand. I'm number 4. My saintly martyrdom is for the unneccesary suffering of children, and people with AIDS. Who knows me? Where have I left DNA today?
I'm inspired by these people who look to me for guidance and knowledge. I'm inspired by he who sings to only me. (He's left a carved design in my life) I'm inspired by a 5 year old who knows what she wants from life. I'm inspired by the wind and rain, the construction and destruction, the old and young. The veins of my past, the mist of my present, and the californium of my future must be more than enough. There are scars, but scars of life - and life is beautiful.
I am favored.
I am blessed.