Like you, I have talents and shortcomings -- angels in heaven and pitchforks at my keister. I've got soul, but no aura. And I'm super bad.
I'm most fascinated by courage, song and the eternal feminine. I like chasing the sun, remembering what I dreamed, and everything in between. I care not about decency and piety, but I respect others who do.
I pick and shovel every day, but secretly I'm biding time for something to happen. A jackpot? The apocalypse? I don't know, but whatever it is, I feel it blowing like dead air out of a subway tunnel.