hello MOTO!!!!
We will always be remembered by our imperfections. Thus in a way, being fat, small, too tall, too short, ugly bald makes you perfect. These are the physical characteristics that bring about individualism. As for what is in our hearts. I feel being a dick, asshole, jealous, perfect, too nice, caring, uncaring, loving, weak makes you human. What the hell are we striving for? when death is the only future. Not to come off as morbid or closed minded. But do you think the lives we live will be carried with us past this existence? I knew love like i knew that sonnet. A situation in which you can look at others and laugh at there misfortunes. I dont want to know love like i know a sonnet.