I Won’t Wait For Love

Too long I have thought love waits
at doorsteps, at bus stations, at answering machines
with no messages, phones that don’t ring.

Imperfection Is Real And Raw, And I Want A Life That’s Imperfect

I try to make things look beautiful rather than authentic and flawed because I don’t yet realize that I’m sitting a little too close. That my nose is pressed against the canvas, searching for imperfections, when really I could take a step back and see that my painting is beautiful. Just the way it is.