In My Mind Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The thing about 'perfection.'
Is that it becomes ideyllic.
Whether big or small.
Such as cleaning a surface with a product guarenteed by its manufactor with a lifetime warrenty. The idea is easily adapted as it ceases worry.
But soon it becomes addiction as it becomes tarnished by small specs of dust.
The thought then becomes prestine.
As there isn't a need to worry about the small things.
I've sat and thought about you.
Constantly.
Listening to some of the things you like to listen to.
I found myself at a stand still as it didnt seem the same without you here.
I often wondered if you did the same thing.
If I even occupied the smallest space in your mind. While your voice was so far from mine.
The thing about pain, as well as other things as it seems never ending.
Patience runs short as our thoughts begin to trap us in this endless cycle.
Gasping for a breath of fresh air.
I admit, I turn to you for that gasp of air.
A release to the things going on around me.
And for that split second.
Im free.
For that perfect moment.
Im in perfect bliss.
Before everything comes crashing back down.
The reality of a single thought.
Its funny how the thought of bricks and steel beams sound secure until the wind picks up and the storm begins.
In your eyes I dont see a need for umbrellas or heavy coats.
I see a paradise I've only dreamt about.
Set far aside from the nature of how society builds on things only to tear them down.
I admire the courage you've found alone.
By the hammack under the palm tree.
Where the ocean constantly splashes against the shore.
How do you manage to obtain perfection in an unperfect world.
In my mind