Everything exists for a reason.
You, me and squiggly lies
etched in the white marble of my room
which takes up a new shape every time I look at it.
Creativity comes from a cluttered place,
where you break the rules
challenge conformity and
colour outside the lines
and stare unabashedly
at every single rule of this society
trying to smoothen your jagged corners
for this cookie-cutter world.
Beauty emerges from the abyss,
a nonexistent pit of darkness
carries the light in its broken back
to reach the parched throats
of those waiting to be healed.
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