Let me give you a scenario.
Scene:
Like a flower unfolding, the white petals of the robin blue sky opened up, unveiling the curtain of unseen stars that lie beneath the skies surface. The sky has white 'foam' as it gently laps in the wind, the ocean above us and at the same time, beneath the dark, brown and dirty rocks that lie beneath our scattered, ragged feet. Hurried footsteps roughly pattered the indented cement like an dark black tide, as sweat gently drips off the forehead of the runner like sweet lily dew. The trapped weeds of the cemented pavement eagerly begged him to look at them, a gently purple flower blooming at the tip. As his footsteps approach, the gentle flower seemed joyful as the cold wind tumbled along.
Squish.
Well, there goes the poor flower. And yet the man who is late for his work carried on, hurrying as if there was no tomorrow just for his job. At his work, he grumbles, staring at the clock every hour to see if his shift is done. If he could go home. Finally, the shift bell rings and he springs up, finished for the day and tromped on home. His car still needing to return. One child is staying up late playing video games, without much as a glance at his incoming father. The father sighs and carries on to his room, and the other child is already sleeping. Three is no meal together. The wife is out working.
But what if there was no tomorrow, and he died, then and there? The end of the world, perhaps.
People are too busy to consider what they could do to enjoy their day, to stop and feel the soft wind. Humans so concerned with one self, that it is a pity. Give me art, people of the forum.
What could have been done to improve the life of this man. What could have been done to enjoy oneself.
Give me a view that is not noticed at first. Up to discussion. Give me art people. Art is what I want.
As well. What would you do, if the end of the world was precisely 6:00 tomorrow night, and you were the only person that knew?
Art people, give me art.
-Love Soar386.
Scene:
Like a flower unfolding, the white petals of the robin blue sky opened up, unveiling the curtain of unseen stars that lie beneath the skies surface. The sky has white 'foam' as it gently laps in the wind, the ocean above us and at the same time, beneath the dark, brown and dirty rocks that lie beneath our scattered, ragged feet. Hurried footsteps roughly pattered the indented cement like an dark black tide, as sweat gently drips off the forehead of the runner like sweet lily dew. The trapped weeds of the cemented pavement eagerly begged him to look at them, a gently purple flower blooming at the tip. As his footsteps approach, the gentle flower seemed joyful as the cold wind tumbled along.
Squish.
Well, there goes the poor flower. And yet the man who is late for his work carried on, hurrying as if there was no tomorrow just for his job. At his work, he grumbles, staring at the clock every hour to see if his shift is done. If he could go home. Finally, the shift bell rings and he springs up, finished for the day and tromped on home. His car still needing to return. One child is staying up late playing video games, without much as a glance at his incoming father. The father sighs and carries on to his room, and the other child is already sleeping. Three is no meal together. The wife is out working.
But what if there was no tomorrow, and he died, then and there? The end of the world, perhaps.
People are too busy to consider what they could do to enjoy their day, to stop and feel the soft wind. Humans so concerned with one self, that it is a pity. Give me art, people of the forum.
What could have been done to improve the life of this man. What could have been done to enjoy oneself.
Give me a view that is not noticed at first. Up to discussion. Give me art people. Art is what I want.
As well. What would you do, if the end of the world was precisely 6:00 tomorrow night, and you were the only person that knew?
Art people, give me art.
-Love Soar386.
love you guys!