| Perfection II Oh, perfection: what is it, as compared to what? We look to steal a couple moments in time, to keep them alive. I have room to do anything I want and no room to do it in. Something good always comes from something rotten, one way or another. One lucky untainted seed will spring to life. We hang on to life like alley cats, nourishing ourselves on garbage, surviving the cold if we're lucky. Our big eyes are open wide, pupils fully dilated, and we can't see the color before us. We wish for rebirth again and again; we receive it, only to continue destroying ourselves. At the same time, our self-focus is a blade to slash any tie to another we deem unbearably tight. We all want to have control of the leash, to jerk the chains. "Whip me beat me, be nasty to me," means "Will someone please treat me decent for once in my goddamn life?" The whole world's tripped out. Users, all. Reality escapes us as we search for perfection. PamFriedEhli/1990 I wrote this about 1-1/2 years before the "Perfection" on the Ex's page. It seemed to work better as the 2nd in the series, however. Since 1-20-03 Back to Miscellaneous Page Back to Home Page |
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