I’m saving for a life,
For the prospect of better moments
Outside of time wasted
On boredom, sleep, or pain.
Exposing every injury,
Exploring my faults and fears
To the very roots of consciousness
Proves essential to progress.
Dilemmas and desires cross
Like first-loves and jealous lust,
Eroding us internally
Until we bleed them out.
Our most blissed moments
Exist long enough to be missed,
As in, yearning for whole hearts
After they’ve been severed.
Perfection is ever sought,
Though most agree it’s impossible,
So we live for those moments
When we can’t feel any flaws.
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