jasmin ❤
I went a little overboard for yours writer_muslimah :P
Also I haven't touched paints in so long that it's a bit below par in comparison to my last few paintings.
I once read somewhere, I think it was one of Annalisa's poems that I lettered before in which she said, that light is let in through broken things so much more. It made sense to me then why our hearts need to go through so much of pain.
You don't become receptive and sensitive if you've never been broken.
You don't become more perceptive without taking a little damage.
And they always do say
Illusions are broken
And then we get to the truth.
There is a thing KM sir tells us about lies in class. Suppose a liar comes clean and says "I am lying", is he being truthful or is that yet another lie? What is the truth value in this scenario?
This world is like that liar coming clean.
And we always fall for it.
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