Tag: blurred days
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Sunset
Some day it’s about the difference between what I hear and what I see, the grainy texture on the enlarged reality, the gray things that sugary anecdotes hide.
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Art, blurred days, Happiness, Lies, life, photography, Poem, solitude, Sunday evening, sunset, words -
Off to honor Wordlessness!
I lost my voice due to harsh weather changes in this part of my world. Since my inner world and outer world have a symbiotic friendship I felt I lost my inner voice too. What do you do when you cannot listen to yourself?
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Thousand Suns And The Ocean..
I tried ten times to get this perfect shot. I try not to try that much . Perfection is a burden that I hardly carry during my journey.