I long to be free.

I seek perfection in all.

Why?

I see my errors of the past,

my transgressions,

my loneliness,

my imperfections.

I desperately seek to

be better,

different,

more whole.

But, yet, each day,

I look back

and I see

one place of old,

one place of the past,

one place of imperfection.

I long for the day,

when I will be free,

in the truth,

the love,

the being

that just is.

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