02:26 am inspiration strikes?

As I walk down the street, my breath a painting above the dark sky, my fingers itch with temptation. What will I do? Where will I go? I don’t know the answers to these questions. I know but two small things; what I want and what I need. But are these right? That I’m not sure of.

Love

Greed

Home

Death

Passion…

I know these things, and I know who I am. The basic person thrives for goodness, but is it truly achievable? We are all flawed, in one way or another.

I don’t know a person’s secrets, their passion. Their flaws.

Do you?

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