#653-Flawless

Waves of clarity,

Staring at blue.

Calling me,

To dive in.

But I’m not there.

Not yet.

It’s too perfect.

Maybe one day.

When memories,

Guarded for years,

Unquestioningly,

Religiously,

Happily,

Are peacefully asleep.

But don’t worry,

Soon I’ll dive.

Imaginary perfection,

Doesn’t exist.