So this is it.
I held perfection in my hands and watched my weight of expectation crushed it in its entirety.
The feeling gnawed at me. I waited with bated breaths. Incoming. Enlightenment. None came. The circle does not lie. What goes around does come around. Life is a full circle.
I still think we are perfect. We were – but. There’s no such thing as perfection in this world. Even the most perfect of things is an imperfect beauty. My ideals were a mirage of – broken. They are all broken now.
Three and ten
I waited for something to change.
This is it.