The perfect guy
The perfect woman
A perfect world
Is there anything like a perfect something?
Sometimes i think perfection is an abstract of my mind and other times i believe there really is the perfect something.
There are those rare days I take a book and dive into its pages-pages filled with a world of perfection in my eyes. I immerse my self into a world that could only exist in the imagination and for a few hours I enjoy this existence of perfection.
I hear no one, I see no one.
As I near the end, I extract myself from this quintessential world only to realize it is an abstract of my imagination.
Oh but if only it were not but an Abstract…