Perfection-

the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.

To them we are not, to us, we are.

Look through the glass, what do you find? Is it something sweet, or something bitter? Bitter as a tart candy, only to be seen by nobody, yet seen by you. Something that should not be viewed from behind glass, but behind closed eyes. Something acted out with blurry vision and a bad after taste. Something warm to the touch on a cold winter night. Something slipped out of a withered grasp when morning glory came to greet you with snarky comments. Were those comments harbored in your head, or in your heart? Did Guilt come to visit your lonesome state? Did you come to find me sitting, awaiting your arrival, while another is sitting on the sidelines? Sidelines so cold, yet masked with warmth it is so mistakable that even Truth can't find its way to the surface. Truth, so timid of Fear, its breath can't catch up to its hiding face. Faces of Guilt and Anger pumble Happiness as Compassion flees the premises, and Temptation enters with white teeth flashing and eyes glistening at Bad Decisions. Bad Decisions welcome Temptation as night reenters the world; its so cold outside, escape into me. Inside is no better than out, a lack of Esteem is in the air, thick as molasses. Esteem hides itself in the walls of Comfort while Bad Decisions and Temptation run hand in hand through the lives of three.

Morning comes spinning into existence once more. Pour me another, pretend it was just a dream. Dreams aren't as vague as This. This is something worse than a dream, its a nightmare. However, even nightmares come and go, no, This is even worse. Pretend you're right, pretend it will pass you by without a sound... Pretend this is Perfection.