i wonder if it is true that we only fall short of our dreams after rounds of hide and seek because we lack context, where amidst the mad scramble we took the wrong turn and found ourselves in a stale room with worn furniture and dusty breaths (when it should’ve been white tiles and wooden figures). 112 more words
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extension of the lost boy, also my favourite piece in the portfolio i’m submitting for CAP.
there is always something special about a boy chasing dreams: the way his eyes peek out from beneath his disheveled hair with hints of passive sprite, thin frame barely filling his favourite filmy sky blue flannel. 261 more words