|in the name of mehetabel
||[Oct. 1st, 2010|09:52 pm]
I want to find some profound truth in these events, in the absurdity of me: in fancy lingerie in a friend's backyard, up to my elbows in dog vomit. I want to garner some poignant insight into our relationship from the fact that you watched me, unperturbed, and still went to bed with me after. I want to know that the next morning, when we stood in the kitchen making breakfast and debating the self-actualizations or lack-thereof of certain members of the household, that it means our self-actualizations extend past ourselves and into one another.|
I want to know impossible things: that this future I envision can be real; that the seed of self-doubt we accidentally planted inside my heart can be weeded out; that if I forgive you, you'll forgive yourself too.
with love and squalor,