my metaphors look like stir-fry tonight
what is one's Truth?
is it something ephemeral or is something that crystallizes over time and hopefully not too many mistakes?
i fell i maybe confusing that point with wisdom, but how are they not one and the same?
i guess tonight all i know is that "my" Truth is hokey, even melodramatic at my worst, but it's still mine and i should embrace it.
that's still pretty fucking hard. i look at the mirror each day after my shower and wonder where all the years went.
is it something ephemeral or is something that crystallizes over time and hopefully not too many mistakes?
i fell i maybe confusing that point with wisdom, but how are they not one and the same?
i guess tonight all i know is that "my" Truth is hokey, even melodramatic at my worst, but it's still mine and i should embrace it.
that's still pretty fucking hard. i look at the mirror each day after my shower and wonder where all the years went.