Sometimes the pictures are so beautiful
But won't fit the frame
Doesn't mean any less of the frame nor the picture
Maybe it is time
Maybe the colors
Maybe they are old wood and old wounds
Change is the core of our existence
Someone close to my heart once said to me
Maybe this error
This change and curiosity are the reason
The reason why we survived all that long
We are here because nothing is that much perfect
That's when I was hit by a realization
Not everything has to be perfect
As my brain chemical imbalance is telling me
I just have to enjoy the whole picture
Without anxiety
Without fear
Even if it won't fit the frame
It is and will still be very beautiful to me
YOU ARE READING
MUSE
Storie d'amoreColor themed poems collection of sad and happy moments about life, love,friendship, career, mental health, home and life.
