Saturday, March 26, 2016

Solitude


Clouds slide left and right and can't make up their minds.
A black bird travels in one direction: forward.
The elusive goal of solitude; it's an addiction for some.
A white noise metronome lulls the gods to sleep. The mischievous Universe expresses itself.

This randomness adds up to the meeting of two individual birds in the vastness of their individual lives

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