I felt short of the space between thoughts.
I got myself caught in the prison of joy.
I floated myself from where things just were.
I decided over decisions of things that never will be and never were before.
Between right and wrong, I wanted the most precisely right. The perfect of every perfection. The ultimately changed to no more.
But as you change, you change more. As you go, you go further. As you perfection, you perfectionalyse every aspect of every thing in every corner.
Things are perfect not for they’ve been changed in all they had to be. Things are perfect because they have not to be changed.
Different is no better. Different is no worse. Time is not so small. I am.