It seems that some can alter the belief of non-existent perfection.
Like an evenly crafted work of art.
Fireworks on the Fourth of July.
A sunset on a summer day.
Perhaps a rose fully blossomed in spring. Hours, months, countless years spent being sculpted perfectly on every edge.
An awe inspiring masterpiece.
Colorful and vibrant explosions cast into the air illuminating the sky.
Hearts are lit amongst the warm shades of yellow and red.
Casting many into a centered gaze, the fluorescent light carries on.
Glistening dew waltz along your tilts and an endless stream flows down a long corridor. I've become trapped.
......
It seems that some can alter the belief of non-existent perfection.
Like an evenly crafted work of art.
Fireworks on the Fourth of July.
A sunset on a summer day.
Perhaps a rose fully blossomed in spring. Hours, months, countless years spent being sculpted perfectly on every edge.
An awe inspiring masterpiece.
Colorful and vibrant explosions cast into the air illuminating the sky.
Hearts are lit amongst the warm shades of yellow and red.
Casting many into a centered gaze, the fluorescent light carries on.
Glistening dew waltz along your tilts and an endless stream flows down a long corridor. I've become trapped.
......