Nothing means what we mean it to mean.
And that’s the part
I can’t ever get right, asking

in a true voice for joy, and receiving.
Don’t we almost always make
the mistake of confusing

what’s beautiful with what we starve for
Theodore Worozbyt, excerpt from Dinner With the Blues (via megalita) Friday Dec 2 @ 08:49pm
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