you love the moon,
along with it's dark side,
with it's ugly craters and patches.
you love it even though
it isn't always true and complete.

you love it because
it shines the brightest,
like a lonely beacon,
in the dark night sky.

you admire the monuments.
the walls are cracked,
the glory of it has faded,
once adorned by delicate flowers,
is now surrounded by weed.

you love the ruins,
because you see art in
those broken buildings,
a story of a majestic empire.

here you stand
in front of the mirror,
watch your imperfectly perfect self
and hate it's very existence.
why?

every flaw is an art,
every scar has a story
an art yet to be discovered,
a story yet to be told.

-Awditi