I must muse.
What I say must stew, for sake of sanity.
Some things must be done right. They cannot be rushed, hurried, or otherwise hardened in any way.
Patience leads to excellence.
The world was made with care. To deny it the same is to deny oneself.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one in the world who can appreciate it for what it truly is.
It's a masterpiece, all on its own.
Perfection is ugly.
Something gains beauty not for it lasts forever, but because it can be remembered once it leaves existence.
Humans, without flaws, have no point or purpose.
All we strive for, all we are and will ever be,
Is those who quest for improvement.
Why would one sacrifice one's purpose, one's essence, one's entire being
For a lack of flaw?
They become a husk,
A once-was.
Goodnight, good pages.
Goodnight.
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ImmiNation
PoesieThis is something I wrote long ago, when I faced a very difficult decision. It is a collection of poems that capture different points in my life. Enjoy!
