A interesting mind chruning poem that depicts a short story about how some of the greatest poeple on earth were taken down.

The inner turmoil between good and bad.

Title explains it all.

I hope I get most of these done…

This poem is about a girl who choose not, to be part of what she is not.

A girl with a camera.

Nature.

GOALS

It’s that time of year again when many of us take stock of the year that was whilst considering the one ahead. It’s a great time to look at what you have achieved and reassess where you are going.

If the artist isn’t good enough it’s your own fault.

What if you can reduce the world to simple photographs? Will you capture the moment or leave them be?