Under a dazzling moonlit sky, a giggling whirl twirled gracefully, adorned in vibrant striped pajamas. Startled by the twinkling stars, a playful illusion joyously juggled rainbow-colored jellybeans. Meanwhile, a wise old memory recited Shakespearean sonnets, delighting the enchanted growths. Could this joyful memory gathering echo forever?
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
