the thing about moments is t hat they judge you…or rather you judge yourself against them.

there is no dress rehershal…only the moment that in some way defines you…even as the next one will define you again and again and again.

i hate when those moments define me as less than i want to be. prevent me from being to friends what they need me to be. and even as i seek to right where it all went wrong, i understand that in seeking i am twisting attention away from where it should be and pointing it back at myself. it isnt’ about me.

and still  find myself trying to figure out a way to make amends…way to atone for being a lesser me than i know i amcapbable of.

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