Picture Book

Maybe it's the universe leaving hints to let you know, you are where you are meant to be at a certain point in time. Maybe that's what we call serendipity.

Taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. To marvel at how everything just blends in.

What makes sunsets to be perceived as beautiful and romantic? Why does it not terrify us instead? Could be how we are ready to let go of today, in the belief of an unspoken promise of a tomorrow? A belief without which there's no beauty. A belief which makes it poetic. ⁣⁣
A fall, for a rise.

The swaying branches offered the still, white building a little dance.⁣ The building, impressed, agreed to host their playful shadows till sundown. ⁣

This one is a poor joke, but humor me. ⁣
Q: What did the branches tell the peach walls?⁣
A: "I see myself in you"

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Don't disentangle me into inexistence; For I live in my thoughts and my thoughts, in this mare's nest.⁣

Aren't there people,⁣ like there are branches without leaves?⁣ We peer through their emptiness,⁣ gloating over their lack of something.⁣

⁣What if they're just too full of everything? ⁣

"Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint." -Pablo Picasso⁣

"And what is more generous than a window?"- Pat Schneider ⁣