The human complex is simple.
We want more, more, and more on top of our full-plate.
A vicious cycle of self-infatuation, self-pity,
and a lack of empathy,
creates ill-fate.
No human is perfect so why do we constantly try to drown in false preconceptions?
How can we not see its all just perspectives, wholly subjective?
The world can't seem to see past shiny things,
the loud and bright distractions,
yet stay on the search for the perfect life, inevitably full of imperfections.
When all you need is just above the glaring screen,
raise your eyes to true love, affection, and human connection.
Love is perfection in any complexion.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
The human complex is simple.
We want more, more, and more on top of our full-plate.
A vicious cycle of self-infatuation, self-pity,
and a lack of empathy,
creates ill-fate.
No human is perfect so why do we constantly try to drown in false preconceptions?
How can we not see its all just perspectives, wholly subjective?
The world can't seem to see past shiny things,
the loud and bright distractions,
yet stay on the search for the perfect life, inevitably full of imperfections.
When all you need is just above the glaring screen,
raise your eyes to true love, affection, and human connection.
Love is perfection in any complexion.
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