Perhaps placing a daisy on a blank wall to view shall remain nameless anonymous like a radiant sky as life trickles by to collect dust and transfix eyes. Perhaps life is a daisy here today, gone tomorrow but leaves a lasting impression like beauty of art that blooms within a heart. Be a daisy ❤
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.
Day is long before me I reach down to caress a beautiful daisy to feel alive. My eyes open wide feel so much in return gone all yesterdays except those when butterflies showed how to fly.