Blissful Oblivion

I don’t know. It sort of just started when I was riding the 6 Train. Union Square, Astor Place, Bleecker, B’way, Spring… the thought drifted off, but it came back again when I was walking home alone. I was searching for the qualities that made one perfect, while questioning what an imperfect person may lack. I finally concluded that what makes one flawless is the ability to allow all qualities to coexist. It’s a little weird to think about though, how can someone be vain and humble, faithful and treacherous? Qualities that I once thought made someone perfect are starting to seem flawed.

unfinished thought.