I am washed by waves of wistfulness that wax and wane within me.
An ebb and flow of lust and disgust.

I am but a man.
Just a man.

Predisposed to weakness. Subject to exhaustion. Prone to flirt with flightiness.
I try and stay cognizant of my own lack of self-awareness. I equip myself with duct tape and caulk to try and shore up my shortcomings.
It rarely works.
I try and fill my gaps of character with memories of magnificence. Cramming dreams of delight into callous crevices.
There are too many fissures of flaw.

Sometimes, I falter and fail.
Oftentimes, actually.
I am just a man.

6:40 p.m. - 2015-03-02