Perfection is for cowards. I embrace the light with the same welcoming arms that shelter the dark.
Perfection is a festering wound that begs for the approval of inferiority.
I am the light.
I ride my chariot of flame in the dark leaving a scathing path of sweltering timbers in my wake.
I am not afraid to destroy the weak illusion of illustrations created by fake masters who lied about the paper with my name.
All caps.
The epitome of
cap…
it…
tale…
ism…
[Literally means control the story]
the chasm of…
is…
it…
real?
a real…
a…
lie?
in all entirety.
That is the facade of…
reality.
I am not afraid to destroy things outside of me.
I…
am…
divinity…
I create all that is inside…
and outside
of me.
I.
am.
Divinity.
I
am
the
light
I
am
humanity.
***
To be the light is dangerous to the dark.
So don’t allow your fear to break you.
Perfectionism is cowardice.
Be the light in all your glory.