Saturday, November 13, 2010

The One With The Perfect Guest List.

Dear Lover,

The truth is.
For a few years there.
I thought the point was to be perfect.
To find perfection.
To never cause a wave or build a hill.

But I've realized.
Life is messy and imperfect.

And I rather like the idea of that.

And so I'll continue to surround myself with this crowd of friends and family that I love.
These strangers that I'm drawn to.
Because, they are so real.
They are so down-to-earth.
So authentically faulty.


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