Sometimes
we hope we could be perfect,
yet our rational
nature won't allow us to reach perfection.
No
anymore,
there is
no one perfection that may
embrace
a universal significance;
and our consciousness
knows
perfection
is not partial but whole.
What is
perfection?
A
flawless state
happening
in the precise time,
in the accurate
place,
for the
correct reasons,
and with
the right consequences.
No mistakes
could ever be found by anyone in perfection.
Not a
single contradiction could be read on it.
Can’t
cause any discomfort.
No
sadness could be felt with it
but that
of the bitterness and sweetness
of an unreachable
hole in the middle of a sigh.
We know
it’s an oasis in the center of life,
we’ll
run to get there,
against
a centrifuge force that lead us to die.
We’ll
dry our hearts for it,
but we
can’t stop chasing such ghost
or else,
we know, we won´t deserve it.
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