Perfection.

An imperfect yet beautiful red rose.
Isn’t it beautiful….
How the sun reflects the lights that we see?
Doesn’t it just melt your heart….
When a baby’s laugh echoes in the room?

It’s all so… perfect.

But am I?
I don’t think so.
It’s a bad notion,
A painful one;

To pursue this thing…. perfection.

I gave up a  long time ago.
I wondered, I did,
If it was the right decision,
And I came to the conclusion,
That it was.


To leave behind this burden… perfection.

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