‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?

I know he did horrible things in the jungle. Things no amount of alcohol or pills could erase. War stains soldiers, all the way through their psyches, into their souls. I understand that, and could almost forgive him for taking his own life, to quiet the ghosts. But I can never forgive him for taking my mother with him.

Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered embrace. I am a snowflake. A wisp of eiderdown, liberated from gravity. My body is light. Ephemeral. My head is light. I want to sway beneath the weight of air, dizzy with thought. Light filters through my closed eyelids. The sun, chasing shadows, tells me I'm not afloat in dreams.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.