1. I'm not perfect like It is. One day I'm going to stop listening to It and simply dissolve away where It can't see me anymore in all my blatant imperfection. It makes me write blogs that don't get published. Half written rants, un-thought out poems and direct questions...
2. What am I to do when flesh and blood are making the same mistakes I did...and all I can do is get angry? I don't know how to respond, so I pretend I don't know. But I just want to scream at the top of my lungs (and the bottom, and the sides...) that I know. I understand. I want to envelop my flesh and blood into my arms and say it's okay...not yell and cry and fight.
3. When decision making fails you, once again.
4. They didn't believe that I could do it...yet I still foolishly believe I can?
5. For every task that didn't make sense.
6. When you pray so hard for all the souls in purgatory...can all the prayers in the world save them from the way the afterlife punishes for suicide and lives of general sin?
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Act Two – Scene 2
Disjointed murmurs, shouts and everyday conversation agitate the moment.
She must put on a brave face, and look up to a world that wants to bring her down.
Step, after agonising step, she trudges through the throng with absolute anonymity…
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Only a lucky few possess the ability to be invisible; none of them wish it . Until they are seen.
Sin is akin to Perfection. What is It that we consider? That which fills us so we rant and fight and sin.
Cry out a little more. It's okay. Flesh and Blood will waste, so welcome them into your arms.
The Fool had the Wisdom of none, and looked on in disdain.
When all else fails, aim for Perfection; It's a guarantee of disappointment. It's the one reason we prefer our imperfection.
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