Perfection is an odd deformity amongst the wild beauties with their messy hair and artisan lifestyles.
Artists.
Coffee cups left half full, bodies dashing for the train, a chaotic wonder left untainted, natural.
Perfection is too clean, too posed.
Perfection is not the artist, not even close.
Otherworldly and estranged is the artist, looking as wild as their thoughts, clothing not correctly pressed, crooked teeth and clutter in their homes and minds.
Artists know there’s so much more to learn and to become humbled by.
Perfection isn’t on their radar.
They’re too preoccupied with experiencing and shaping life.
Dawning Creations 
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