Before it's too late !
Fight,fight,fight...if you want to,
We don't need to fight,
Cause,when life is short,
Their is no place for war,

But,if you really need to fight,
Don't think you'll survive,
Cause,when time is out,
It's too late to say,

I LOVE YOU !

The wildflower liked being in the wild.
Flourishing in silent peace while dancing in the wind.
Like a rose in the vineyard.

He watched the rose but
didn’t pluck her.
She didn’t belong to him.

His heart full of love.



Shell ✨🐚

she casts her pencil like a wand as magic soaks into the page her flannel cascades around her work, shielding it from curious eyes she tilts her head to listen to the lecture, but her heart is elsewhere running through castles and stumbling through candle lit streets colors tangle to mirror the expanse of her dreams she shares her soul with every meticulous stroke each face blessed by her style but never the same when she designs she never aims for perfection for she knows perfect is just a fancy way of saying flawed she erases and redraws as if her art could never satisfy her desires it can always be better but it is never good enough if only she knew I meant it when I told her I loved her drawing her art speaks to me like Mona Lisa never could

I love you
said her fiance
I'll cuff you too
said his future wife?

30/10/2024

Dear Dairy,

I know it's been a while.
I am so sorry.
I gave up.
I lost it all.
But we have two months of this year left.
Help me to pick up the pieces, one by one.

Colour is dangerous;
you fall into it.

And colour can swallow you,
and like music it is super emotional.

It is hard to stay distant.