Suffering Births Art

if we all lived perfect lives
that didn’t cause suffocation for their perfection

then there wouldn’t be
writers and poets and architects and artists

great books would be lost in the air
great art pieces would be lost in the clouds

unborn
unthought of

creativity wouldn’t exist
not even in the mind

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