I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


Not Perfect

In a perfect life we would love till death do us part. Relationships would go on forever happily ever after boring perhaps without the highs of reconciliation but steady and reliable.

In a perfect life if loving till death do us part was not possible, divorces and break ups would be amicable. We would separate with a hug and smile, aware we can’t be together for whatever reason but the deep ties of love formed before would not be severed.

In a perfect life friends would not betray and lovers would not lie, and questions would come before reaction and explanations would suffice and apologies would be accepted.

In a perfect life we wouldn’t hurt.

We don’t live in a perfect world nor a perfect life.