People proofread because they want to find their errors.
People find errors so that they can correct them.
People correct them because they want perfection.
People want perfection so that society will love them.

But there is beauty in errors.
There is beauty in the flaws, not only on paper,
But in the flaws of your person.
There is beauty in the rawness that comes with lack of Proofreading.

Perfection is overrated.
Perfection is unreachable.
Perfection is what stands between you and your dreams.
Perfection is masked fear.

Maybe it's just me,
But I would rather see someone's raw imperfections,
The things that scare them,
The things that they's rather hide,

Than the picture perfect image that they create,
With Proofreading.

Once again**
Laying in bed,
Playing pretend,
You're in my head.
Instead, *I'd like
if you were in it
with me.

Don't know what to keep away from you, since everything became about you!
Don't know how to isolate myself from your world!
Is it love! Maybe
Is it infatuation! Maybe
Is it a dream! Maybe
Is it a hope! Can be
Is it an ambition! Could be
And what I'm sure of.....that....
It is manifestation of all those things and much more!
It is something can't the brain summarize it with logic!
It is just a pure love!

Last night I cried myself to sleep...
But tonight I'm filled with warmth
and hope to dream of you once more.

My moods change like seasons
and yet the weather stays the same,
it’s the middle of summer
and my boots are covered in snow,
I’ll wear toques at 30 degrees
and the chills dont
come from the breeze
but from kicking snow off
shoes on green grass
and realizing that nothing lasts
it just always melts,
worrying about tomorrow
makes yesterday the future,
so I never live in the past,
wearing a mask
so that the sun doesn’t burn
my skin, it just sits and sets alight
whats always been within,
the grass can grow under winter snow
but from what i know
theres no sun above,
so I ask myself why
I’m wearing this mask,
maybe the weather’s never changing
and I’m just looking in the mirror,
I’m not wearing a mask,
I’m just growing a beard,
the snow never comes
the green just disappears,
and what’s left
beneath my feet is standing
on ceramic egg shells
slicing my toes is starring into hell
and the only way I’ll stay
comforted with the weather
is standing still.

I erupt into the night sky and land on the moon,
with just one look into your eyes.
You handsome idiot,
keep your charm away from me,
It's poisoning my heart...

Take my hand and join me on a adventure into the unknown.

The land of dreams and fantasies that's the unknown that we take a step into which turn into a spiral decent of madness.

Take my hand and join me on this adventure into the waters so warm and air so fresh and of mind and body that nobody can express.

Take my hand and let us explore the deepest and darkest desires and let us explore the body shaking mind shattering expirences of our fantasies.

Take my hand and join me on this adventure and let your explore yourself.