Imperfection-I am not perfect…Sorry society I can’t be perfect

“We were not put on this world to be perfect, we were put here to try.”How does that sentence make you feel? When the words entered into my ears, they acted like scissors, cutting away the strings that were attached to the burden boulders that were dragging me down. I am the perfect imperfection.

A small boy in a shed

A small boy walked carelessly -Home from school, Dark clouds formed above him-The weather became cruel
A saying spoke by his mother was the boys’ inspiration- “Our dreams help us to survive,
Keep hoping and never stop dreaming, That is what keeps us alive.”
The wind ceased to blow, A women’s voice called softly, From deep within the hollow

Does the Sun Whisper?

Does the Sun Whisper? Gotten sun kisses, painted pigments, not what one wishes ……On a sore exposed nose, burns can be found, colouring the skin, turning people brown…..ish red, an artisan, but what of the sounds? The secret ones, can they be found? Ears are listening, what would they say? One wonders, verbiage of a brilliant day?

What is Ignorance? Are You Ignorant, am I? Probably, Most Likely.

What is Ignorance? What is Ignorance? Am I ignorant? Are you ignorant? Or is everyone else ignorant? I am Ignorant According to Merriam-Webster’s, ignorance is defined as; 1. a) Having no knowledge or education b) Having no knowledge or understanding of a certain thing. 2. Not informed : UNAWARE 3. Resulting from or showing lack…