I've shifted my position, being nomadic at the moment. The stars outside the window caught my gaze. In solitude, I felt an awkward sensation accumulating in me. The kind of feeling that I lack. Love.
I lived a life of bitterness. I never concurred to that, but that is what kismet gave me, and that is a piece that will forever be missing.
I've never had a complete day of seeing my family together, not even for a minute.
The idea mad me cringe on my seat. I know that perfection was never a term used as a basis for a person. But seeing myself hidden from all the faults of the world my parents never showed, then, perfection will be my basis for everyone who successfully lived a life whole.