these simple things. beauty in simplicity. beauty in the complex whirl of nature's colours. beauty in the strokes of pastel colour. every image is its own canvas. every canvas its own space. space which draws the boundaries of time. time which defines each curve and each dotted line. the mix of green and red against such a backdrop. the backdrop of white light and free space. the myriad, the fallout;

ixoras. each flower with its own life withheld. to hold the intensity of life just in its blood red petals. you blend, you fall deep into the arms of safety. you rise from the ashes to this image of vibrancy. i love the way you touch my eyes. how you form up to become that jigsaw image which brings hope. you break the concept of planes and throw yourself forward. up, to be noticed. even though you are so common, normal. red never dies.

you never fall by the wayside;

no. you never fall.