Beauty & Meaning

After the val, is the love still there? Does it go away, Like it was never there?. After the val, Does the flowers keep coming? Do you still receive letters? Or it was only for a season?. After the val, Do you still feel love? Was it all fun and vibes? Or an empty charade?. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Time past in former lives, In the nascent of our existence, Naive minds in a cruel world, Learning to dwell amongst roses and thorns, Mistakes are made, lessons are learnt,  Through which, growth is earned, Playing safe can cause you harm, A ship is built, to sail the sea. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Out the box,  Away from the norm, A novel approach,  A disruptive trend, Out of the box, A new perspective,  A fresh air of creativity A deviation from the norm Out of the box, A revolving wheel, The more things change, The same they remain. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Break time from the creative cycle,  A pause, a break, to refresh the mind, A shift in cultivation, letting the mind breath and feel, A time out from the grudge of creative toil, A break from the creative cycle, is part of the creative cycle. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Small world, evenly connected, Separated by land and waters Connected by love and humanity, Our colours may differ, our tongues aren't the same, Our beliefs are culture aren't in tandem,  Love knows no limit, it's the language of humanity, Small world, evenly connected, Where race and tongues failed, love will prevail. © Toobrightanthony 

Same script, same habit,  Same cycle of inactivity and docility, An act that wearies the soul and sickens the mind, The body is heavy, to weighty to move itself,  Stuck all day, a couch potato,  Dumbscrolling like a zombie without brain,  An hijacked mind, a victim of its own will, Having a perception of control, still a slave, Many are they, not a few, An hijacked mind, a slave in control.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com