something inside me likes a little chaos; fuzzy imperfection has an appeal. cheerful lights across the valley, they shine brightly in the night. out-of-focus-fuzzy, they still look nice, maybe better than sharp and clear. sometimes i wonder, what it would be like to see perfectly, instead of normally. i'm not really sure how much i'd like it. things i don't fully understand, are like this too. too much to know is just about as bad. i don't want the profound answers, to questions that make no sense, in my life. something inside me likes a little chaos; fuzzy imperfection has an appeal.