Perfection II

I wish upon a life without time. A never ending journey since it is never starting. A never ending day since the sun never rose. It's the pressure of existence that creates imperfection... And it all starts as the sun rises.

I wish I could write this without expectations. And that you could read this in the same manner. Perfection is mine and it's yours, don't share it. If I ever write it down, don't read it. If you ever live a perfect moment, don't claim it. Just let it be...

I only wish upon a timeless day. I would then make that day my life and we'd stare at the sun rise forever. In perpetual perfection.

Tomás Roda