The verge of perfection
Some people would argue that attaining perfection is not a mere impossibility, but a mere improbability. Tonight, i discovered what it was to be on the verge of perfection. It was not a solid item, nor a liquid form, it was something measured in time. it was a moment that teatered on the verge of perfection. it was a moment when seconds turned into minutes and minutes seemed like hours. Things moved at an impossible slowed rate, that even i couldnt believe it was happening. it was a surreal moment when everything seemed alright in the world for a change, a moment where all my troubles disappeared, a moment where my mind was empty but with only the thoughts of what was happening to myself at that very moment. it started out like a little out of the ordinary. two people together feeling a special chemical attraction that joined the two of them. there was the ever loving cheesy music in the background, but this time, the cheesy music had meaning. The words coming out of the speakers actually spoke something that was comprehensable; it all made sense right there. There verge of perfection; the verge of making love to another. its all the same. nothing came out of the physical connection, just a touch. there were no absurdaties or passionate moments, just two people together. However, there she was...hovering over me with a refelection of light upon the side of her face. a refelection that allowed me to only make out a sihlouette of her face. it was then when we hugged i did not want the moment to end, i wanted it to last forever, i felt safe. nothing else existed. there are no other ways to put it.
It was only the verge of perfection though. perfection would have brought about me not writing this now, but in the morning after i have found that she was in my arms when i woke up. there was no point of limit. This you must understand. it is important. This is what made everything set into motion tonight. the fact that nothing more then two bodies touching together made it all almost perfect. The more i think about it though, if we did reach that point together it would have been just another moment in our young intimate lives, but it wasnt. we never reached that point. instead we were just...us.
To reach perfection would have made it plain, nothing special. There is no offense on my part. It made me realize something so important though, something that will end one thought that has always been continuous in my mind. The thought of living through something perfect, being with someone perfect, understanding what is perfect...it made me realize that it does not and will not ever exist. it is a never ending ellipsis. the final push over the hill will never happen because the hill is limitless. it is infinite. and now i know this, and now i will not go in search of it, and now i will not wait for it because i know it will never come. i never want it to come. everyone has said it all along, but no one has ever paid attention. we do not realize that we have always carried the answer to one of life's greatest question: what is perfect?
That answer is a common cliche exaggerated, and that is: If something seems too right, too good to be true, then it probably is not right; it is not true.
It was only the verge of perfection though. perfection would have brought about me not writing this now, but in the morning after i have found that she was in my arms when i woke up. there was no point of limit. This you must understand. it is important. This is what made everything set into motion tonight. the fact that nothing more then two bodies touching together made it all almost perfect. The more i think about it though, if we did reach that point together it would have been just another moment in our young intimate lives, but it wasnt. we never reached that point. instead we were just...us.
To reach perfection would have made it plain, nothing special. There is no offense on my part. It made me realize something so important though, something that will end one thought that has always been continuous in my mind. The thought of living through something perfect, being with someone perfect, understanding what is perfect...it made me realize that it does not and will not ever exist. it is a never ending ellipsis. the final push over the hill will never happen because the hill is limitless. it is infinite. and now i know this, and now i will not go in search of it, and now i will not wait for it because i know it will never come. i never want it to come. everyone has said it all along, but no one has ever paid attention. we do not realize that we have always carried the answer to one of life's greatest question: what is perfect?
That answer is a common cliche exaggerated, and that is: If something seems too right, too good to be true, then it probably is not right; it is not true.