#71

"... and with nothing left to appreciate for we are neither here nor there. Sometimes you crush hearts, other times you sit on your favourite sunglasses. Flowers die. Someone will always be better than you. You will find yourself fibbing and cheating and fretting and lying awake at night, afraid of thinking to death. Not wanting to get up unless it's for a good enough reason. Perfection is (at) a standstill; a suffocating windowpane you can look through but never at. You just want past it for a breath of fresh air one crack it's gone one stab now it's cold - why, that was your own doing! Stop wishing for something that's not there."