Perfection is a state which is not achieved by any.
There are those of us who walk on the Earth with our self claiming perfection. Looking down on those who seem to not meet up to the standards. Seeming perfection of gaining wisdom.
Your wisdom is so vast that no one can compare to you.
Walking the Earth with a sense of entitlement.
A sense that those around you should fall at your feet in unworthiness.
The truth of this is it’s impossibility. It is a fact yet a false state of existence. This false state of existence we continue to live in.
With the perceptions of our realities being not what is real or true but what is of our limited sight. Our limited view of the world around us is all we know. It is lacking in perfection, lacking in wisdom and it seeks our own fullfillment. The fullfillment of some amount of emptiness within us is what we seek. We find a remedy only to find that it lasts for a mere moment in time. It continues, this constant searching of the outer world for fullfillment when the search must begin within us.
Searching our soul would deem more productive than regarding outside sources for fullfillment.
Or it may be that we seek to fill that space within the soul of another. When we fail we are left to continue to desire it.
Associating ourselves with all things in relation to this evil. There are much to many associations we find. The smallest memories link us to this endless fate of such a man to describe our minds as brilliant.
Our memories, our minds that synthesize or analyze. Analyze the many times of love felt from another.
The lie that is these feelings.
The lie that is our perception of reality.
We see things with a distorted view.
It leads us to believe less of that which we are. We are more grand than we let ourselves believe. Or we are less than what we pump ourselves up to. The music of your liking fills my ears and reminds me of you.
I dream of touching your skin once again.
As a drug that I need.
A drug that I fiend for.
I long for your touch. Your kiss. You’re life and death. Pain and Pleasure. Love and Lust. Feelings and Numbness. Open and Closed. Fearless and Fearfull. Beautiful and Ugly. Whole and Incomplete. Wise and Foolish.
The thought of the success of this accomplishment seems to lead to happiness. She knows it will only lead to a terrible fate of despair. It doesn’t stop the desire. It only fuels the fire. It’s all in this mind. It’s a creation, a perception a seeming perfection would be once again in your arms. These feelings will leave her. They will find her once again. Stop this thought of perfection due to your understanding that this is not a possibility. In her eyes there is no perfection yet she loved despite those imperfections surrounding your body, spirit and soul. She loved through your imperfections. Making you perfect in her conscience, her perception of you has no flaw.
Her perception is perfection.