My head swelled waaaay past it’s normal size that day.
How could I have anything to do with someone so perfect?
I watch her grow and let her be her and show me the errors of my ways.
For on my best days when things fall just right, I can be so grand!
But the things I am capable of when the shit hits the fan makes me cringe.
Hungry I will steal. Threatened I will harm. No different from most I suspect.
I loathe the Progress not Perfection motto. It feels delusional.