A number by firehouse...

I am at work. A3s and charcoal sticks dancing to my impulsive sketching...as I vaguely notice a pull towards distant notes and an earnest voice...firehouse on my earphones.words reached out to me between lines and as they became dominant,I drifted away lost in thought...Soon I was scribbling...

"...everything is beautiful as long as u r livin in ur perfect world....
.... Baby..a part of u is dying...
...seems no matter wht i do..i cnt get thru 2 u...
in ur perfect world...u dont feel no pain...
nothing can go wrong...nobody gets hurt...
as long as ur livin in ur perfect world...."

and what happens to u?

Simplicity is imperfect. Imperfection reveals beauty...the kind of beauty that is sewn into the folds of naked truth.The kind of beauty that doesn't fit into our perfect world...of pretences.

I see it around me........in me..

Manifested in silent,pathetic,alarming and earnest ways.

I remember a hearty laugh after an intentional crude remark/act. I hear "Ok....that was a joke...now plz back off and dont target me.I was only trying to be cool!"

I remember a dirty look,unaccountable rage and string of expletives. I hear " Can't you retort back and shell out the same crap that I just did so that I can somehow respect myself better?"

I remember a happy person who lives by handed down rules.I hear" Pleasures that don't last for good hardly matters in life...but I still wish..."

I know someone who is strong and confident.I wonder if I heard " I can't afford to getting used to luxuries that are just not there when you need them the most.So ruf it up!"

We have all been handed down a world...and we have built on our perfect worlds as the years ,incidents, emotions sped by...

....and we are forever trying to get in or get out of it.