The last hope of what is left.
Though on the verge of falling down, some crooked, broken, dried up branches still hold it into place.
It is what is left of our virtues.
It is what is left of us.
I wonder through these seconds passing by; what brings you to my page? I do not want to question your presence, but something must have made you want to see this page. It might be interest, favour to a friend, jealousy, scrutiny, leisure, tedium or anything at all. All I want to answer it with is cherishing this moment; thanking you for spending the little of your time here and according you to enjoy what talent I have to exhibit.
No comments:
Post a Comment