Forgotten.

Everybody wants to be perfect. Nobody wants to be the odd one out. Flaws are hidden, strengths broadcasted so clearly in an attempt to overshadow their weaknesses.

We live in a world striving for perfection. A world that shuns the imperfect- abnormalities, mental disorders. Wars are declared for survival, for change, for conservation. Peaceful negotiations turn into protests into riots, riots that only end in thousands of casualties.

We try to change the bad, correct all that is wrong, yearning for that perfect world.

World hunger. Poverty. Slavery.

Everyone who stands up for what they want to change, they close the gaps just a little bit. The world is pieced together- but pieces are missing.

Gaps in the crust of the broken planet, filled with water that is drained with every passing second as we try to put the earth back together. Back to where we started. We forget that the ocean is as important to the earth. The ocean is as beautiful.

Flaws are perfection. Beauty is imperfection. Imperfection, is perfection.

The world will never be perfect. When world hunger is resolved, another problem is bound to occur. The same goes for slavery, for poverty.

But there is perfection in the balance, for where there is light, there will be shadows. Shadows that reflect who we really are.

Everybody wants to be perfect. They forget one thing.

You can't be what you already are.