Perfection doesn't exist.

That is..... debatable.

Perfection is created inside ones own idea of perfection, therefore exists.

Your poems are very, very nice.

Thankyou. As is your art

My art FAILS.

I love it. *Hugs*

*is hugged* But I can't do art for shit.

How do you manage to find peace?

I find peace when outside, or with a friend. It's easier to function.

I need peace... You have a gift to find it.

I could try to help.

I never find peace.

Have you ever been in love?

No. I only recently realized I am emotionally attached to Meisu and Tanner.

I hear it's good.

When you find love, perfect love, you will find peace.

I wont find love.

You're a great person. It will come to you. *Hugs*

I'm emotionally crippled. I don't know how to feel.

Youll know it when it comes.

But I don't want to wait! I'm also afraid to feel! It frightens me.

Love is perfect. There is no pain. If you do not wait, it might not come. Dont be afraid. *Nuzzles*

I'm always afraid.I want to be fixed!

Can you help me?

I can try, my friend.

I feel alone, like I will never settel, but I am afraid to do things, but not doing them hurts me.

If I'm alive, you aren't alone. You can come to me about anything. And I know u r capable of doing the things u fear, as you are strong, brave. And very smart. Never,NEVER let anyone tell u otherwise.

Thanks. The only thing that ruined it was the abbreivations.

Sorry. On an iPod touch it's hard to write properly

Alright. I just want to be...

What do I want?

Only you can answer that, but I'm guessing u want what everyone wants. Happiness, love, and a fair chance at life.

I want something else...
Heads up, I get mood swings and I'm gonna yell soon.

I WANT TO KNOW!

That is fine, i'm bipolar anyways. You want peace.

Yes! I NEVER get it.

Then think of quiet. Let your bind go lank. And think of trees swaying in the wind, the bubbling sound of the stream water rushing over rocks, the melifluous bird song.

Ironic that a male tasmanian devil would speak of capturing. :] lol.

However, I like your poetry. It's very nice.

Nice work

Zappo is right about perfection emitting from an internal perception of peace rather than it being predetermined by an external model. It all comes from the inside.

But that's not what you wrote about. You muse about an elusive balance between what is happiness and despair. You say perfection is not gay under a lock and key, same as to say that happiness without despair is never meant to be. Perfection comes to those who seek it, but slips away as soon as it's found. Perfection is an ever expanding concept- the closer you get to it, the faster it runs away.

You are quite an artist at painting mental pictures, exactly the kind of qualities that are expected of a person born on march 1st. ;3

Good ryme, and the refrain suits it well.
(I had to laugh when ya put happy in front of gay. X3)

Tankee :3

Your welcome again!