soulbts

Imagining the pitfalls of a microscope life, I realize some things must just remain. Instead of fighting back, I will adhere to being examined. Either I'm good enough, or I'm not, but whatever I am does not change what I represent. I am more than a label, and less at the same moment. Composed of light and dark, virtues and shortcomings, I stomp through this swamp towards acceptance of my inner being. I keep the spark of faith in my eye that my exsistance is a puzzle piece that will find its place. I dont know where that will eventually be, but I do know that it is no use forcing the wrong puzzle piece to fit. Everything will fall into place if I only give time the space to sort things through.