Being perfect doesn't mean to be infallible.
Ηuman nature, a notion both determinant and controversial. Expressed strongly on both accounts.
It's about the relationship we have with ourselves,
our friends, our family, our most loved.
It means that you look them in the eye
and won't let them bend, falter, deceived.
Perfection is when you do everything you could and there was nothing else to sacrifice for what is worth.
Is to know that family does not start or end in blood and cares about you not for what you can do about them.
It's just there to the good, the bad and the worse.That they got your back even if it hurts so much...

The work I do is not easy,
but it's not bad.
I'm glad to have it,
when it's all I've ever had.

I am a student of the night.
I wear a black patch
on my sleeve.

My teacher's name is Sleep,
and she goes by Dreams, too.

She moonlights by the creek
that flows like a gust of wind
through leaves I never knew,
places I've never been.

We sing songs about you, love.
This song's about you.

When dreams have reason they serve no purpose
When we dream we read another page in life's short story
Without a dream we are what we are
We just don't embrace imagination

Before identities and allegiances are even confirmed,
The cries of anger rise up like a thick, black smoke,
Heavy and suffocating, it flows through streets,
Over the English Channel, across oceans,
Seeping into social media and blanketing all else.
Cries for vengeance,
Vengeance,
Vengeance.
And those cries barely manifested into a wisp
When Beirut was attacked the day before Paris.
I didn't see any Facebook pictures of the flag of Lebanon.
Do any of us even know what the flag of Lebanon looks like???
To **** innocent people is a crime except when we do it,
Then it's "There are always casualties of war,"
But if this isn't a war except when we're killing people,
Can it really be called a war?
We care so much about the injustice of it,
How the innocent are mowed down without mercy,
That we want those bombs dropped and we want them dropped now.
When those bombs destroy homes and blast children's limbs apart,
Bloodless and pale, until the area looks like it used to be a porcelain doll factory...
Will we all have Syrian flags for our Facebook pictures?