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 

Forgotten dreams, archived in our minds,  Deep inside crevices, buried deep in activities, First it was exciting, joyful and scintillating,  Then it became a by-word, spoken now and then,  Later it became a memory, that pops up now and then,  Finally it became a fossil, just like many others, Forgotten dreams are reminders, of what would have been,  Forgotten dreams are victims of playing it safe. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Live for the day, Plan for the morrow, Don't be in a haste, Follow life's pace. Rise at dawn, Sleep at dusk, Flow with nature, Follow life's pace. A thought at a time, An act at a time, Be present in each moment, Follow life's pace. © Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Lost time can't be gotten back, Like spilt milk, it's lost and irredeemable,  Just like the wind, we cannot trace its path, Slowly it moves, quickly it's gone, Just like that, a lifetime is spent,  Time once lost, is gone for good. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com

The heart is fertile ground for everything to grow  The good, the bad, the pleasant and unpleasant,  All can be nurtured within the  mind terrain, Soon enough, all seeds will manifest themselves,  The mind is a fertile ground, it is the nursery where thoughts are groomed. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The perfect time is your present time, Not later, or sometimes in the future, A later time will never ever come, So it has been, so it will be, The perfect time is that in your hands, The present time, is the only perfect time. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Wide thoughts, unlimited imagination, The human mind is a limitless device, A thought is conceived, then it's nurtured,  Soon it's brought to existence, the mind is brought to life, A spectacle of awe, that baffles reasoning,  The human mind is a device, that knows no limit. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com