Peeling an orange.
Trying to make the spiral PERFECT.  

PERFECTION IS NOT ATTAINABLE.

or is it
?.?.?

I strive FOREVER for PERFECTION.

I desire so deeply, for perfection.

Failure is the wall I keep breaking my nose on. The blood that falls from that wound could turn the course of a river or flood the seas.

It should be able to melt the wall, so I can ascend the throne, right?

If I bleed enough metaphor will I flood the holes in my excuses and sail to forever and beyond where I only bathe in gold?