Note to Self

Quit looking past perfection,
yearning for something that seises to even exist.
What's better than perfection,
or better than it patiently waiting?
Struggling so hard to keep it tucked away,
the hand of this perfection would just reach out and wrap me up.
But so considerate is this perfection that it steps aside,
unselfishly allowing me to choose just as I please
and consciously placing its self into a vulnerable state
not knowing if I will choose the same road it has wandered down.
As I hitch hike my way up and down these winding roads,
wanting to be picked up and taken everywhere I am unfamiliar with,
this perfection remains visible in every rear.
Those objects are always closer,
this one so close I feel its every breath on my neck.
Conscious on a shoulder,
perfection on the other and both are carried heavily with my every step.
Neither, however present any burden.
Perfection isn't always perfect,
but its always thoughtful.
Its always pure.
It always loves me.
Its always unconditional.
And I am always oblivious.
Note to self: quit looking past perfect
yearning for something that seises to even exist.

11/28/07

Im sure we ended up together shortly after this realization.