Why do we often find beauty in sadness? Do we find humanity amid all the pain and suffering? Does it remind us that we feel, that we are mere mortals with flesh and blood? Perhaps it is a way of saying that “hey it’s ok”, we don’t have to be strong all the time.
When beauty lies in broken pieces and art comes in putting it back Better amalgamation transcends original the broken cups and the broken bowls put together with tender love and a golden joint that breathes life once broken now anew What of t h i ngs t oo b r o […]
I would give my life for a final moment with you like the day we first locked lips and sealed a moment in time Just like the blooming of the Epiphyllum whose life was meant for that moment The beginning and the end of beauty forever etched in time and space