Flawed Perfection

When you get really close to a person you can see the truth.
When you are close enough such that the sunlight bounces of their skin,
And the grains of the eyes are seen well,
You see the flaws and you see the perfection.
And sometimes, you see both at the same time in the same place.
It's akin to ambivalence.
Everybody is hideous and pure.
The truth lies in a secret place that one can find only when one is away from one's comfort zone.
May be when one keeps asking oneself questions and striving to find answers.
The questions are futile and the answers make no sense and one grows tired of the monotonous melancholy.