“Where do you go when you’re lonely? Where do you go when you’re blue? Where do you go when you’re lonely? I’ll follow you, When the stars go blue. “ Advertisements
Poetic worlds inspire. Wise words that sing to you like you have known their melody all along. Words so simple and direct that they resonate at your core instantly, their message imprinted at the back of your mind for days and days to come.
Her words draw upon our imagination and build connections with our own experiences. She views nature and the world around her as a companion, a mirror in which she sees her own aspirations.
Paris is a living, breathing, thriving art scene. Street faces are ever changing. Every fortnight, an anonymous fresco replaces another. So much is exposed, fleetingly, then disappears, covered and covered again. So much is shown. So much is hidden, brushed over, never to be seen again.
“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” ― Joseph Addison
We are constantly walking between halls, of rooms, we can no longer enter – or cannot yet see – On a thin thread that ceases to exist, as soon as we land the next step. There is no walking back. No speeding up.
– ART – Art makes the world a better place. It stirs emotions in people. It brings to light horrors, beauties, and shows everything in between. It reveals what would otherwise remain unseen. Beware though and look past the frame into its soul.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” – Robert Frost
“The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.” H. Jackson Brown Jr.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – Emily Dickinson
Vapors emanate – Hot, white, smokey clouds of hope Warming up my lips.
“Everyday I play “you and I” together, our love, our life, our story, the whole of us. I patch you up with memories. You appear to me, ever so perfect, distant and ethereal. Evanescent. I have tried to concentrate, meditate, but I cannot hold on to the sweet apparition of your face,