Dragging my sparkly crayon along the wall I make the moon. More squiggle that circle.
Imperfect…But who wants to be perfect for real? It's too stressful.
I trace the moon with one finger, smiling, "Mr. Moon, you and I are the same,"
A quick glance, only Kumagoro with earshot; he would never laugh. "Perfection within our imperfection."
Smile on across my lips, I take Kuma to bed, the closet door clicking softly behind us.
It wasn't always like this…I used to think right.
Somewhere along the lines some wires crossed and that was that.
I think it may be better like this.
