Perfection is overrated.

Every night, I slow down my pace just to see
where the Moon might be looking over me tonight.

I wouldn't consider myself a perfectionist.

But ultimately I am.

I've just been telling myself I have a lot of preferences.

However,

deep down in the dark side of my conscience

I know it's just an excuse.

I feel like I've been trained to hide these dark dark thoughts

that I generally don't display through my behavior.

Darth Vader was my Number One Idol at some point.

joke.

As much as I know that perfection doesn't exist,

it's also menacing trying to prove that fact wrong.

Which is foolish.

I am a foolish silly.

Unrealistically speaking, I'd rather pause time as your hand is held in mine.
In my dreams and my dreams only.

I used to be a dreamer,

of high high expections.

I believed that if I believed.

It happens.

I'm still pretty persistent on this absurd theory.

What eventually happens

...

Expectations are never expected.

So now.

I AM OFFICIALLY

EXPECTATION FREE.

Basically,

I'm more irrational than ever.

Improvisation begins today.

What do I want.

I want to gaze at the Moon every night.

What would I want.

To hold your hands in mine in my recurrent dreams every night.

I am such a hopeless romantic, teehee.