eye of the beholder

buːɡɨnˈvɪliə

branches and blossoms

floral abstraction

shadows fall

it's always

darkest before the dawn

crossing hairs

cotton candy on a rainy day

 

the poem

happy obstruction

 

i try to look up as much as possible, i guess it could be optimism or just head in the clouds

don't look now. i'm fading away

 

sometimes its the flaws that please me

strange steps

private property

varying persectives

 

 things get complicated

alternate routes

 

duality