field of clouds
life lives to egress in fragments of human noise compiled toallow the soul a voice in this world. To lift the essence of
being and paint a poetic portrait of the soul, using colorful
experiences, that have been brushed off the pallet of life to
canvas the soul. I straighten my frame to expose the whole picture,
cuz photos can be graphic, especially if they aren’t developed
properly. See, words are in black and white, but thoughts are
alive in vibrant colors. Filtered images true to life. Virtually
defining reality with optic images of humanity. Abstract ideas
to set definite boundaries to the organized chaos that we call
existence. And they say not to let life pass you by, live life to the
fullest. And your past can be more than experiences that are behind
you. It can be the wisdom that comes to guide you, disguised as
ink spots organized to provide portraits of visualized verbatim. Communicating the fragmented noise of the human mind.
Transferring the instinctive desire to express the soul. Whether or not it’s translated as artistic. Just as long as it’s documented
to be an authentic exposure of the human experience. To accurately portray the character of the human animal. Cuz words can broaden the spectrum of the horizon by adding imagination
and emotion to the arsenal of visualizations. Making those
far fetched dreams an up-close reality. So you could ask
someone who has only dreamt of flying,
”What is it like when you, soar over a field of clouds?”
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