Perfection appeals to all
At least that is what they all show
But what about those imperfect souls
Who look for perfection in imperfection
Who find beauty in the cracks and scars
They never expect to see every stroke of a brush in the right place
Rather, every stroke of brush in the most unexpected place on the canvas
Because that perfect portrait can be created by an amateur with practice
But that unique piece can only be created by an imperfection-ist
Who’s work is influenced by his heart and not by the desire to be appreciated
By the society which looks at it with only its eyes.
Try, dearest, try to see
What the eye can’t, but the heart can
Try to see, how all the wrong strokes are actually the right ones
And all the imperfection
Is just perfection in disguise.
The sun might just shine the brightest,
But it is the moon which lights up the dark, even with its scars.