midnight musings

p-e-r-f-e-c-t

and i watch as she walks as if the ground she walked on were made of soft, pastel clouds, and wonder how she could ever when my ground feels like thin, silver needles.

he seems to speak with such charm and grace, and i try to imitate, but my tongue feels heavy and my words seem to cower in my mouth.

they sling their arms over each other's and laugh wholeheartedly, and i look over to my sides and see nothing but empty space and hear nothing but the thoughts in my head that swirl in a deafening silence.

i glare at the being in the reflection.

i chastise her for being so lonely and quiet and hideous.

and she cries in a violent manner.

we collapse onto the yellow carpeted floor into a heap of pain.

we start to loathe each other and detest ourselves.

what we want is to become our own version of perfection.

perfection, the unobtainable.

wanting to be perfect is like trying to climb to the peak of mt. everest with nothing but your flesh and bones.

you would have better chances with the latter anyway.

i, she, we are nothing.

we, she, i am nothing.

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a/n: if you ever ask me why i write something, i honestly cannot tell you. at some point i had a reason or idea, but it has quickly dissipated. anyway, i posted for the sake of posting. goodnight x.

p.s. mars attacks haunts me to this day, and i first watched it when i was seven. my parents had fallen asleep and the tv was on so i ninja crawled into their room and watched it. twas horrifying, utterly horrifying, but for some reason, i want to watch it again now.

p.p.s. still ill!