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Falling Short

Needing again to find the
words to convey—where
did the need come from?

Unreliable thoughts that 
birth the damnedest 
feelings yet lack the 
cognizance to see
reality—

it hurts to breathe 
when all I can do is 
exhale and anticipate 
failures—

I'm tired of needing
Meaning.
I'm sick of 
Falling Short.

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Stephan McBride

Date: 12/28/2022 4:34:00 PM

None are good , there are many that would tell you much different: ). We all have fallen short , we begin in darkness and have this fight within to fill this void , that only Christ can fulfill and place that fire within to burn away the darkness to mold and purify us.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 12/18/2022 11:46:00 AM

We're biological imperfect creatures, but what wonderful thoughts are possible. Your sentiments about not being capable at times are better than my best ideas and most creative ideas on a certain level. Those that know you are in awe (or should be)!! You capture the human condition with such eloqunece.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/19/2022 5:43:00 AM

Your words warm my heart—much thanks dear friend. I’m always searching for deeper meaning, almost to a fault. We are all imperfectly perfect. ~Laura

Paul Bell

Date: 12/16/2022 3:10:00 AM

We do tend to beat the crap out of ourselves as humans. Just as well, we can laugh at ourselves, though that can be annoying too.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/17/2022 3:39:00 AM

Good to laugh at ourselves time and again but you’re right—there is a tendency to beat ourselves up. Thanks for the message. ~Laura