The Metaphor

My family is a black and white piece of artwork on a large wall full of colorful paintings. We are grey trees in a forest full of green. We are islands in the middle of the ocean. We are the instrumentalists in an orchestra playing the wrong notes. But we are a family that manoeuvres through all the impossible expectations of those around us. We are a gaggle that flies high above all the rest and enjoys seeing the imperfections of the world. We make our imperfect music that sounds like the angels to my ears but nails on a chalkboard to you. We are all similar but the difference between us is you see unappealing and we see beauty.

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