today i woke up and reached out for a new year, blindly, taking hold of whatever semblance of retrospection that arrives this time of year. i realize my flaws, ponder, and repair. i am never perfect, no one is. though sometimes i get the impression that everyone is perfect and i am not. why is that?
are we so proud that we don't see?
we're not perfect. we're not living every new year's day with relief...we're drowning in its dark mire.