Silvery light cascades into a deep abyss

Like a shimmering waterfall of jewels

Illuminating the creatures of the dark

Showing them the way out of there despair.

They attempt to climb the slippery walls

But they fail, sliding down with a squeak

After every few inches gained.

They give up,

And the only way for them to escape,

Is for them to adapt themselves

And in time, they will

But for now, they will remain in the abyss

Waiting for an answer

That will never come.

Slowly, they’ll adapt to their surroundings

And get out of their own darkness

Emerging into the light of day.

So now....

We wait.

Some people say that nobody is perfect
And with their definition of the word,
It’s true.
But
What if we redefine perfection?
What if perfection meant
Just being true to somethings self.

My definition of perfection:
One being true to oneself and not denying it in any way.

These people with lives of gold,
And bodies of finely carved diamond.
Living with their perfect friends
And concrete families
They’re beautiful,
But they’re living a lie.
Because although they may be flawless
And sculpted with unbelievable expertise
On the inside, they are nothing but dirt
Ugly and easily destroyed
And with one simple touch,
They will break.

Because nothing is perfect
And though they may want to be it,
They never will.

It feels so late
And I feel as if
I should be in bed
Asleep
In a false dreamland
But really,
It’s 7:44 pm
And I have loads of time
But I may go to sleep anyways
Because there’s nothing else for me to do.

“My ******* lawyers.”
I don’t know.
My mom just said that
On the phone with her boyfriend.
She’s trying to figure out the divorce and my father is not complying.



This is the stuff I want to ignore.