if there was ever such a thing.

I wish someone once told me something that would forever stay imprinted in my brain so that one day I could tell someone the same piece of wisdom that had been passed unto me to do with it what I will. but

no one ever did and I sit here and attempt to gather my thoughts, searching for any lost memories [just in case someone really did], but these thoughts are running circles around me and I dare not move to catch them for the pillows are sitting just perfect on my lower back how I love them to. And lately the word 'perfect' has been just right as an adjective to describe my life, although there are a few things out of place. But is there really such this as perfection?
          I don't want to be left with nothing to strive for.

But it's very unlikely for that to be an issue since I am always fighting to stop time and one day, one day I will. For every frozen moment I spend lying in her arms is one less moment I don't have to fix the pillows to sit on my lower back just how I love them to because laying in her arms is way more than good enough.


Laying in her arms is way more than perfect
              and maybe,
              just maybe the best wisdom I have is my own.