When it's time to sleep we fall to the dreams of night. While one may weep another may be alright- Haunting's of forever contain each stop light of the day.The possibility of a never hides her in the shades of grey- The simplicity's we may conceptualize. A syndication only known to the wise- For simplistic sense is merely not sense at all. Rather a complicated defense hidden behind every wall- Dreams encompass many ideals of faith. While reality lives in the lives of the unsafe- Now isn't reality the safest endeavor? When sadly considering a lonely forever- Or is dreaming the one risky route? For which our thoughts can not live without- So shall I close my eyes tonight? In fear of not waking up to a perfect alright- While perfection swims in the hopes of our neighbors. Ambitions of perfection drown with our saviors- When thoughts reach imperfection we know it is true. For perfection is a thought which we tend to misconstrue- An imperfect being is the perfection in itself. Attaining that level is conveyed through yourself-
Perfectly Imperfect
xoxo
Crystal Kimberly
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