If perfection existed, would there be room left for you?

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I used to pray to be flawless.
Now I pray to be forgiven
for believing that I could be.


Every scar on my hands
is proof I tried to make something whole.
The cracks hum louder than the marble ever did.
They sound like truth 
thin, bright, alive.


Error is the fingerprint of the divine,
a tremor in the line,
a breath inside design.
Nothing perfect ever breathes;
nothing broken ever leaves.

I have seen painters ruin miracles
just to prove they made them.
Heaven, too, must envy
the things that bleed and still create.

Error is the fingerprint of the divine,
a tremor in the line,
a breath inside design.
Nothing perfect ever breathes;
nothing broken ever leaves.

Maybe grace is just the courage
to stay when the shape turns strange.
Maybe divinity is the sound
of the hand that slips,
and keeps going.

I am not the flaw.
I am the mark it left behind 
a small reminder
that even gods must learn.

Error Is the Fingerprint of the Divine

fractured does not mean broken... 
its means becoming..

These are not for charts, this is not for fame. This is for the one who finds it and dreams with it. Even if only a single soul ever listens, the story will live.

Error Is the Fingerprint of the Divine

𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓