"It's okay to be imperfect and admit it,
But it's not okay to stay imperfect.
Strive for imperfection!"
A writer is like a phoenix,
Killing and resurrecting to create perfection
The pen wiggles between the fingers,
As words give soul and meaning to lifeless lines.
Pains me to know people steal those souls
Claiming as their own
Kinda like stealing ones soulmate
Baffles me as to why they do so
Maybe for cheap thrills
Or pure sadism.
//Strive to outdo your own self, outshine yourself. Competing with others fuels jealousy, and green is not a good colour especially when you have the option to be your own unique colour, which remember, no one else can be.