Friday, 13 March 2026

We perfect from imperfection

We perfect from imperfection 
We see in parts our perfection
With imperfection

The foul and wise
The sane and insane

He acts differently than all
He behaves like him

Who is mad?



Lower it

Lower it don't kill it

When it is within you
When not outnumbered 

And all weighs heavy on you, their eyes
And their silence suffocates
And your words unheard