one of those days

I had one of those days today when I feel like I must be broken or something. Just mad, really, that I'm not perfect. Perfection. Anyone else waiting around on her? Elusive. Seductive. I mean, I've cried major tears over this. Worked myself up over it. And of course I think everyone around me is at least closer to it than me. If not there already. Well, I'm tired. God, alone, is perfect. I'd like to stop trying to be God now.

exhaustion

been waiting around on perfection
seeking it at times
the perfect
job
car
outfit
day
night’s sleep
poem
book
cup of coffee
self
reckon i might rest a spell