our quiet voice ebbs, flows
hopeful, not naive
gravity doesn’t vanish
it finds balance
the world keeps turning
we notice beauty in small things—
like the sky painting itself each morning
a curve of a smile
breath deepens
there is meaning enough
right here, right now
📷
our quiet voice ebbs, flows
hopeful, not naive
gravity doesn’t vanish
it finds balance
the world keeps turning
we notice beauty in small things—
like the sky painting itself each morning
a curve of a smile
breath deepens
there is meaning enough
right here, right now
📷
So if you are an artist and seeing this, consider raising your comm prices. You still need to eat and your art is worth it. Yes, even you.
I SAID even you!
So if you are an artist and seeing this, consider raising your comm prices. You still need to eat and your art is worth it. Yes, even you.
I SAID even you!