somewhere there is a gray that I can't seem to step in only leap over.
though i know its borders and boundries i cannot get into it. yet.
life seemed like a half moon cookie, no space between, nothing separating chocolate and vanilla.
but the moon and the shadow are much further apart
than i could ever taste before.
somewhere there is a gray where I'm not so hard on myself.
it's OK in there to not achieve an ideal
to contemplate humanity's shortcomings that are not
apart from me.
to embrace the diffuse, to see the wrongness of right to leave
even a personal truth behind in a question
i can smile on a shitty day.
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