muse = random hook ups haha

Dec 30, 2007

Perfection seems to last only a moment and you find that in stretching out that monment it some how becomes flawed. Like a shooting star's glory is seen for only a mere second; then it's completely, gone following the laws of perfection. But in that one second a wish may go out. It seems to always be to slow. By the time your lips have added a period your eyes have lost the tail. How many wishes can a nights sky hold and does the moring sun burn them as she rises? It appears so. You fall asleep looking up to the nights sky in awe. The feeling carries you as you lay in perfection and in the moring you will wake up in shattered glass, cold and wet with dew. It's not so bad when you realize that's the price you paid for perfection.