People always say time heals wounds Puts life in perspective for you to see I think time simply fills itself with more life Leaving neither wounds nor hearts free Stitched and sewn, patched and pressed To try and hold the falling pieces together It is a marvel how one finds the will to love again Without guarantees that the stitches will stay put forever
Atelophobia •••••••••••••••• 7:00 am Alarm clock *beep beep * He/she rouse from bed and confront the mirror. Then a whopping fight between the mind and heart onset.Lastly, Opens the wardrobe of mind The wardrobe contains enormous faces which he/she pullover whole day. The faces embrace human emotions of being tending Happy , being veering to be someone who you aren't , being creating the temporary world to face temporary people and on a n d o n. It alter according to different people particularly it discrete according to different flaws. Then the hulking mask is pulldown on real personalities whole day, whole life. Yeah it's suffocating but its all okay because it hides the imperfections. And here he/she ready to face the world. Whole day is lash out trying to be perfect. To hide your imperfections perfectly is what the new definition of perfection. No human can be perfect by hiding there imperfections, perfection is the courage to accept yourself who you are and being happy in it . The phobia of being imperfect subside confidence and abilities. When push comes to shove he/she is fussy on the flaws of their own and others. When again a new day breaks down ,he/she incessant the same cycle. All they long pretending to be someone else,is it much easier than accepting who you are? We diverge from Each other not only with physical trait but also with ethos. Acceptance is the only perfect cure for imperfections.