...today...

yeah. insecurity's a bitch.

here's a more poetic way of saying the above, from the gift, by hafiz, and translated by daniel ladinsky. the title of this particular poem is "the mismatched newlyweds." (but i don't know that i'd call it the title exactly, more like a descriptor...)

Like

A pair

Of mismatched newlyweds,

One of whom still feels very insecure,

I keep turning to God

Saying,

"Kiss

Me."

i like hafiz. truth shines through.