A picture like this needs no words to tell a story. Here, is a man. A man with swirling pools of emotions in his face. Happiness, sadness, anger, regret. I enjoy this photo for that reason. It's a simple picture with no words, yet it tells a whole story.
This picture shows life in the plainest way. There are people with money, with power. And, there are people with none of that. In this picture, power looks down upon poor as poor does whatever it can do to make a living.
A picture like this one shines brightly about being unique. One man standing out among the rest instantly brings your eye to them. But, is that good or bad? Everybody stands out, in one way or another. Nobody is the same as the person next to them.
This photo is a simple, sad sentence. Memories are a powerful thing, which makes this photo full of meaning. Missing someone and knowing they're gone is hard. It is a gap that cannot be filled in your heart. The artist, like the wall, is haunted by the loss as "her", or as I see, the tree, is free to grow and move on.
Happiness is a strength, a medicine, a gift. Even in the saddest and the sickest of places, you can smile. And with a smile, you bring joy. and with joy, things get better.
This photo is a simple, sad sentence. Memories are a powerful thing, which makes this photo full of meaning. Missing someone and knowing they're gone is hard. It is a gap that cannot be filled in your heart. The artist, like the wall, is haunted by the loss as "her", or as I see, the tree, is free to grow and move on.
Happiness is a strength, a medicine, a gift. Even in the saddest and the sickest of places, you can smile. And with a smile, you bring joy. and with joy, things get better.
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