My vision,
My memory,
Is not reliable.
If it alone
Is in the witness box.
As is every memory,
As is every pair of eyes.
But if you prop them up
with a family of decent evidence.
They set,
And grow roots into the world of truth.
But don’t bet the deck,
Before the roots are in the ground.
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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