wat is perfection?
Unable to sleep. It’s 4am. The brain refuses to rest. The mind ponders about perfection. The heart pains every time it slips through my finger tips. Is this natural?
I long to be a dumb blonde. But even as a dumb blonde I would want to be a perfectly dumb, perfectly blonde blonde.
So what is perfection? What is satisfaction? Happiness? Contentment? I have no clue.