It is all messed up. The moment you let it all loose - life messes up.
I have never been a perfectionist; my soul is believes in randomness, it loves how when suddenly out of no where - the day becomes dark or how when in a rainy night the moon flashes itself for just a few seconds.
Things has changed like my hair, they have grown curly, yet the moment I tie them - they become silky. Idk small things like these tell me so much about life. That how we should always try to be in control and how at the same time don't lose your wildness, don't he ashamed of who you are and what you are and that to embrace pure nakedness of your soul and body.
For me that's more important than living, for me somehow it is not that messed up.