I think of stories behind every photo I see and every laugh I hear. I think of two dimensional stories and they only come to me when I'm quiet. When I have time to make up names and places. I saw the pictures of the brother of a friend today. A treat for the eye and the mind, at least my eye and my mind. I like simple and unconventional and quiet and loud. I want color and peace and some type of emotion hitting my heart.
Quiet nights, bright lights, coffee cups and red bows.
Give me life. Give me hope.
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