Perfection is:
Cleaniliness.
Faithfulness.
Unity.
Perfection is nothing.
The perfect world is nothing.
Perfection is in the void.
All else is dystopia.
Flaw is the core of existance.
To live is to die.
To be built is to fall.
To be made is to break.
I find perfection when I close my eyes,
The space between when I stop seeing and when I start dreaming.
That place is nothingness.
The absence of anything, including myself.
Then the dreams set in and I fall into them.
Perfection is nothing.
A perfect world would be devastatingly boring.
I don't need perfection.
I'd rather live.
Author notes
Option 3, twisted to my purposes xD
Plus, I'm the arse who entered less than two hours before the end of the contest! <3
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We live in a dystopia, that is what I personally think, and I can espect that many agree. We have created life to be like this and we have made the world the way it is now... Dystopic yes, hateful yes, war orientated... Definately.
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