When a woman walks into a room, she brings his whole life with her. She has a million reasons for being anywhere, just ask her. If you listen, she'll tell you how she got there. How she forgot where she was going, and that she woke up. If you listen, she'll tell you about the time she thought she was an angel or dreamt of being perfect. And then she'll smile with wisdom, content that she realized the world isn't perfect. We're flawed, because we want so much more. We're ruined, because we get these things, and wish for what we had