Photosynthesis

January 18, 2020

everything inspires.

the good, the bad, the real, the fantasy- they all push, but in the same direction.

we are flowers, straining for the sun.

it does not matter if we are alone or in a great sea of color.

it does not matter if we are a tiny seed or a stunning blossom.

the goal is the same- reach for the stars.

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