let's try something new this month
She heard the call of home at around 7.
She found a portal to tomorrowland behind a garbage alley
She passed through a tunnel and met a promise on the wall, or a question.
"I will not make any more boring art."
Boring to whom?
The vast land introduced her to plenty of possibilities of life.
To live fearless and exuberant.
sense and sensibility
Between the gap of time, she saw the humans.
She saw the helplessness as facing desires,
the music playing among hearts and words,
the unspoken emotion and the spoken rationality.
She asked people to collect the moody pieces from daytime.
They all spark at night wantonly.
As she found that it's hard to frame the fast part,
she began to like the rarity of the randomness.
She feels the various difference among everyone's personal bubble.
Some are soft, semi-transparent with light colors.
Some are walls. As long as there's enough air.
So they could live well.
As walking through the construction tunnel,
she heard nothing from the department store nearby.
She likes how the rough comes in front of the fine,
how the warm speaks louder than the cold.
People said cinema is somewhere dream happens.
She can't count how many roles it acted in her life, but none of them is a dream factory.
Like a time tunnel, with multiple answers showing at the end.
Travelling with rain drops, her face touches where all this begins.
like today, every time her mind asks for a rest, she refuses.
For how much light she absorbed, she has to give out the same amount.
As she finds that, having hope could be scary,
but as energetic as always.
She doesn't worry about what she steps in
while carrying something aureate around.
on the F
It seems like four different stories happening at the same time.
They're all parts of her and none of them could be replaced, or replayed.
She's staying on her track and moving forward.
Everything might be temporary,
nothing could break out of the time zone and stay in the vacuum.
She smiles and cherishes.
She whispered her mind to the seagull
if it passing by the receiver's sight for any chance
She poured through the heartstrings in a second，
waited for the lake of light riffled for a while
Somewhere serious but not stubborn; Somewhere bright but a little moody;
Somewhere well-designed but occasionally out-of-mind; Somewhere delicious but down to guilty-pleasure at anytime;
and she belongs there.
It takes nothing to imagine shiny things ahead.
Experiencing all of these embarrassed and exhausted moments tastes better,
and sounds more appealing, for her.
how generous a city could be when its renowned bookstore
mix with an immigrant neighborhood without conflict
It's fascinating for her to watch people in the sea world and
acting unconsciously. Such a lively piece in the flat art depot.
Jumping in air and dust, she seizes the last bathing treat.
As she dares to explore, no matter on flat roads or grooves,
everything she questioned will lead her to new avenues.
A rocket hides behind the yellow gate
in her heart
lightness of being
She wonders what happened in front of the wall before,
which left such a delightful footnote.
The enthusiastic air pulls her skirt out as approaching to fall.
She felt something subtle between the candle and its lighter.
Regardless of that, the seconds they spent, the air they consumed together mean far more than anything else.
Seeing beauty from a wide angle and leave judgments far behind.
This is one of the things she learned as a lifetime-student for art history.
mini pumpkin florist
nearly the most noteworthy september.
she's grateful for every moment and can't wait for october's collection