Red monkey, no one 

should care how imperfect your 

perforations are. 

Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

it’s beautiful, the real shit.

it’s a process, you know, owning up to your shit. first you aren’t aware your shit even exists, you deny it to yourself. but eventually you realize what’s really going on. &you realize that thing you’ve labeled //flaw// is a thing you should hide from the world. so then you spend years trying to fake it. //it’s exhausting. it changes you//. you get so caught up in trying to hide your one bit of imperfection that you lose all the rest of you. but //there’s hope// cause one day you realize, life should not be this hard. you realize speaking your truth is so much easier than finding five ways to cover it up. so you show your shit. &you know what, it’s beautiful. //the imperfect, the vulnerability, the realness//. by showing yourself to others, maybe just maybe you help someone, anyone start their process towards real truth, real life, being finally able to breathe.

Going somewhere

“Dorian Gray? Is that his name?” asked Lord Henry, walking across the studio towards Basil Hallward.

“Yes, that is his name. I didn’t intend to tell it to you.”

“But why not?”

“Oh, I can’t explain. When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?”

It makes you think about you, about the things you’ve done and about the things you are going to do. 

I always define myself as insane, crazy or mad, just because I see things in a different way. That doesn’t make me what I think I am, I think it makes me special, and I recently discovered this because of my new boyfriend.

It can sound really stupid, but he made me look at my life from a different point of view. I am not the jealous girlfriend or insane girl, actually, I am very comprehensive and mature. We just need to analyze our lives from a different point of view and see that our imperfections make us perfect.

“The beauty that grows from the dirt and ashes of imperfection and brokeness is resilient and powerful as the stars.”

~Reigh Lynne

You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.

My Sister’s Keeper.

You are who you are,
Your imperfections make you perfect,
What you see as a flaw others see as perfection.

Do not hide your imperfections in the darkness,
Rather flaunt them in the light.

Show off your being,
Rather than hiding it away.

Each scar,
Each freckle,
Each spot,
Makes you who you are.

Be proud of your existence,
Rather than wishing it gone.