It's all around,
Yet some seek to destroy it,
To make it it's opposite;
Perfection is praised,
Thought of so highly,
Alas, it doesn't exist.
Not one thing in existence,
Or even in the imagination,
Is or ever can be this illusion;
People try to be perfect;
Try molding themselves after one another,
Or after their own little fantasies,
Yet none of it will ever come to pass,
None of it will ever be as clear as glass,
All of these people; they'll fall to their ***.
One, yet many,
Loud, yet quiet,
Void, yet whole...
- Emily M
March 26th, 2019
All of this from boredom and a single word....