There is no such thing as a perfect day.
It's a delusion that highlights our flaws with an extra shimmery glow-making us insecure to the bone.
It's our self-created fragment of imagination bound to introduce the dark side of everything.
Isn't the sky majestic without the embellishments we call the clouds?
It was the absence of clouds one day that made the sky stand out, even more, when they were present.
But still, majestic without them.
I believe we are the creations of the same Creator who created the sky and the clouds, how are we any less beautiful without the existence of so-called perfection.
It was the failures that made people realize success.
One thing cannot exist without the other.
We are 'perfect' the way we are.
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PoetryFree my soul so I can fulfil my vows, let me fly so I can explore the sky, let me paint so I can express my pain, set me loose and trust me, i'll come back to you.
