To seek perfection
in everything that one is –
in all its entirety –
This is the hitch.

© living in verses

A stranger told me it is all my fault:
I am still too picky and deceiving;
Unfit to help others like I thought.
He read my eyes, told I am rigid;
(Here I believed I’ve changed a lot)
He said I do stuff for distraction,
Made me promise that I’d stop:
“Your heart is pure, I swear I see that,
“Why would you think so less of it?”
His words pierced through my intellect;
I guess it is indeed my fault.

© living in verses