At this moment, I found out that perfect time, that perfect drawing, it was the time that I have to figure out what really happened, it was a terrible moment, I didn't know, everything
was looking weird.
I planted the pear and its colour was almost like that of a potato, I almost lost my mind. So I planted the pear on the tree and it had the crack, I didn't know why I was onto my job eating it, but it didn't look perfect, it looked so shapeless, and so I planted it.
Suddenly the fruit was ripe so from what comes to my mind was that this might not
be a pear anymore it will somehow enter golden. It was not what I planned, it was somehow not coordinated. That pear just became my pear of despair not because of how shapeless it is but it might be of some things that sometimes can be flawed but it can still make sense or build something and the rest.
Let's say this despair does not mean destruction it might not be true always but there must be some truth in it. Sometimes this imperfect moment hangs on the wall it shows that we can still be that broken line and we can still create something something very important. Something that is good.
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