There’s a word on the streets that the cracks are getting what they deserve..
Sometimes you can just let the paper pieces dance and find their places by themselves…
If there can be no beauty without ugliness then what are we?
You don’t need million pieces, sometimes less tells so much more…
Sometimes the plain and meaningless elements can turn into diamonds and gold…
We, all the living and the the earth we are living on, are bound together.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who got the coolest shapes of them all?
Sometimes you see something so perfect it stops everything you were doing…