And it’s okay if we sometimes use our wrists as a canvass.
It’s okay if we hold the knife as if we’re pertaining to the finest brushes ever made.
It’s okay if we cut our souls out, get our hearts tattooed with flaws, fail and fail all over again and love like it’s always our first times.
Living in a world of exquisites is a tough job, and you aren’t obliged to be the greatest artist of your soul.
Never worry, because it will all be okay.
Still, we are all artworks of a continuous life cycle — and we are each other’s masterpieces that needed the right palettes to heal.