It’s one of the biggest lies humanity has ever witnessed. It’s the endless pursuit of the nonexistent. The extent to which we push ourselves to reach it can cost us the mere understanding of our reality.
Two worlds, one we long for but can’t reach and one we avoid but can’t escape from. We’re caught in the ugly middle where it’s dark and lonely.
Thanks, but don’t call us perfect because you just might as well call us fake. What would we think of someone looking for the sun in the middle of the night?
Appearing to be too perfect is unworthily tiring. Excuse my French, but fuck it!