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I sail away from Myself...
My thoughts a blur as I open a window for air.
More thoughts and aches flood in as I try and assemble them properly...
They're out of order and Uneven...
Not Perfect...

Am I Not Perfect?...

No says a voice.
Perfection Knows every small detail and I know not...
Perfection is accepted by all... And I'm not...
Perfection makes u weep in grief as u see it sailing away with u not attached.
U sing songs of sadness and suicide as u get pushed forward.

We all r just drowning in the water towards Perfection.
In the same Direction as Perfection,
but never coming but a few Miles Close...
If even that.

No one is Perfect yet who steers the ship.
Who knows where it goes?...
I know not... Therefore I am NOT Perfect.
My Dreams, hope, Goals r onboard as my
Greiving self stays put on-shore...

I am Pity in itself.
I stay put on the shore not even Following Perfection.
There's no Point I think.
Let's just stay here and not forge this journey.
But I look out on the followers and they too r far from me...
And my IMperfections.
They too r Perfect from where I stand.
A far away place from where I am.

One step closer and I become better...
But I'm scared...
What if Perfection is a fast course to Death.
I scare easily and my mind is clouded...

I'm confused, vomiting in my mind.
Everything is Jumbled up.
Things used to be so Clear when I looked upon Perfection...
Now I've fallen into a deep hole...
With no Perfection in sight...

What To Do...
What To Do...

So Confused...
So Confused...

(Ugh... I dunno if u like it or not. Whenever I write something important to me it turns poetic. Almost like a Philosopher talkin to ya. lol)