In an imperfect world--

[birkenau]

I am incredibly inspired to write suddenly, and I know why. I have been reading so much lately, so much amazing and gorgeous and intelligent writing, and it's so overwhelming and it makes me so happy. It's almost depressing to realize that over the past few years, I seem to really have abandoned (or atleast forgotten how much I adore) what used to be more important to me than anything.

I could reach the sky if I wanted to, and I do, oh how I do. And I've got the most beautiful piece of inspiration alive on this planet, today, and please don't beg of me to give details, because honestly, do you any of you not know me at all?

This is what it's like to know perfection.