I saw her, at long last. Perfection embodied. She knocked, I answered. She saw me, and looked past me for another. I was unsuitable, so she left to continue on her search.
I don't want to miss the next lightning strike, but I think I deserve to.
What I've become is horrendous, monstrous. I feel like a twisted shadow of my former self, a shade with my fashions and knowledges with none of my tendencies or cares. A self important, pleasure seeking sack of meat. Undeserving of a shot at perfection. Naturally, yes we all come that way, but I went in the opposite direction, far from what I 've ever hoped to achieve. In a world where Facebook doesn't exist and people are blunt and say what they should, they call that a waste of air & space.
Yeah, thats how theyd put it. Not exactly a lightning rod in a storm.
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