We are broken and waiting for someone to fix us. We are in darkness, moving towards the light at the end of the tunnel. We are the winter, silently longing for spring to arrive.
What do you want to see in her eyes? Grief, intellect or a hint of mischief?
We all keep looking for patterns, palettes and themes that unify the world around us while the reality is vastly different. So why not embrace the diversity then ?
Beauty is surreal. It is a treat for the eyes. But beauty is also powerful. It captures and draws us in in ways nothing else can.
A whiff of cigar
A book, old and its margin bearing the marks of time
A cabin far away in the woods