Good Evil

12:12 is the morning hour and emotions are in abundance. The night-terrors are more vivid than ever. In retrospect a fool that is in love. A youngin who is fearless against the many faces of consequence and wears their heart on their sleeve. But also is the fool who closes the doors in fear, and bids goodnight when the sun still rises. There is no such thing as perfection, only perceptions for the world doesn't surrender its axis'.