mmgulyas
Some of my deepest secrets are housed in the side pocket of a certain black pouch. All shame and guilt secretly stowed away. So that no one will ever be able to see the sins of yesterday.
Distinguished in my own mind, absolutely.
But reality sings quite another tune.
One of
Messy "ness"
Unrefinement
An oh so commonly ordinary existence
Reality shouts out, "you are FAR from distinguished"
" you shall always be commonly ordinary".
Nothing special nothing refined.
Simply you.
Is that okay?