Imperfection-I am not perfect…Sorry society I can’t be perfect

“We were not put on this world to be perfect, we were put here to try.”How does that sentence make you feel? When the words entered into my ears, they acted like scissors, cutting away the strings that were attached to the burden boulders that were dragging me down. I am the perfect imperfection.

Water Refresh

Refresh As the outside air enters my body, it dries my organs. Each exchange of oxygen makes the whole of me scorched, an internal desert. My body contracts, each extremity tightening as the organs turn to dust. The glass cup splashes with waves, splashing up each side as the water tap creates a vertical tsunami….