(Not really a story but i thought of it as a cool metaphor?)
Gods art room
You're a clay pot being created, you need yo be symmetrical and perfect, you're being moulded into a specific shape (destiny).
You've been over-worked and are full of cracks and uneven pieces, but you get fixed delicately (taken care of) and now look identical to the other pots (start from nothing, made into 'perfection').
Arts not supposed to be perfect, its's supposed to be relevant and unique.
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Poetry/ Random shorts
PoetryRandom shorts and poetry about basically anything. Things I write in school to just random things I come up with. Hopefully some are inspiring. Sometimes i write how i feel and it helps. They're bad so... be warned I just write because I get bored...
