Perfection; a desire. A desire that instills the itself in the deepest corners, hidden through shadows that seek for it. Ay, we long to taste perfections beauty, only to find its flavors unpalatable. Perfection is a thirst that leave the mind burning and dry.
It is a flower who's pedals are beautiful, but scent deceitful
It is the sermon of man seeking to walk in heavens garden. Only to find rotting fruit and shadeless trees.
Perfection is a dream, masked in desires nightmare.
It is the the souls army, marching to do battle with itself once more.
It is the hearts magician, and the minds illusion.
Perfection is when one no longer desires perfection, but instead, silently learns about one's imperfections.
Pain is loves shadow forever walking near light. For the deeper pains well draws, the deeper loves beauty is stored.
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