In this life, what is man looking for? Or is man looking for what? something worthwhile? something different, conspicuous and spectacular? pressed for circumstances in their various brazen reasons in a form of nothingness. So ... is that what they feel? Someday if it has metamorphosed, I will look for humans and ask it. Surely they will answer it. Or ... they just stunned ... admired or even killed me. I'm an animal. I'm a butterfly. And I was bowed in my prostration night. "Lord .. if I can touch deep into the bottom of the hearts of the souls squeezed with this weak finger, I suck out the seduction that settles their happiness".
Just a Small Butterfly
7 years ago in #photography by ayi1 (53)
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