curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back

Thursday, February 3, 2011


perfection, perfection is a religion I put blood sweat and tears into, and always fell short of pure bliss.My knees are scraped from chasing dreams of such beauty I fall to the ground with weakness. After years of being  a faithful servant of the religion of perfection I now see it only as a state of mind ( as it should be) trying to be picture perfect is as pointless as trying to catch a shadow. What makes us "perfect" is our inability to be perfect, our flaws are what make us who we are, without flaws we would all be drones.

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