Creation

by CH

November 28, 2020

theres catharsis in creation

in the birth of something broken

why must everything be perfect?

i cant find anything like me in this mess

so i guess ill create my own

pour ink onto glass

and swipe through with dirty rags

how can anyone be perfect?

now for the first time

i can see my reflection

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