Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

2025

 Close yet far but always alone.


When we are gone we become a box for the donation center.


Everyone has a story.


If you think to hard...


Love and hate are much closer then you think.


...behind a smile.


Turning the page.


Screaming in  silence is comparative to a comediennes tears.


In the end we are not even a whisper in the wind.


Sorrow, when the  goodbye's outweigh the hello's.


If mistakes are a lesson ...I'm still in class.







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