Dreams and Downfalls.

"A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life."

Whispers ignite a new thrill in me.

My life seems lighter; almost weightless.

The long days seem like a mere moment in the clouds.

Bright eyes and beautiful words send shivers of delight down my back.

The tango of conversation interlaced with Perfection has never made me smile so foolishly.

Someone to share with, and to care for; to love.

A friend of utter beauty and majestic grace.

Sculpted perfectly for me, true Perfection.

My mind formulates passionate kisses and meaningful responses.

Life has encaptured me in the most delicious way possible.

The darkness still overtakes me, but when I think of the Perfection it all fades.

My sheer confidence in the success of my words comes solely from Perfection.

Any passing stranger can bring stinging tears of sadness to my eyes, but not a soul could erupt love from within me like this.

A hand to hold as I walk through the scorching flames.

A heart to treasure with the upmost precious concern.

Perfection to wrap around me in a flurry of wishes come true, and a violent daydream gone awry.

Strive, just a little further, and I’m sure I will hold Perfection in my arms.

Please, let me do so.

Author's Note

The above quote is quoted from Lewis Mumford. Didn't have enough room to fit his name up there.