ivycaldwell
The tyranny of authorization often subdues the spirit of innovation. We are funneled into the narrow confines of 'permitted' thought, 'approved' practice. What becomes of the renegade ideas, the maverick approaches, the unconventional solutions?
Like a sapling that grows towards the light, trust seeks the warmth of sincerity. It's nurtured in the fertile ground of consistency, watered by the rain of truth, blossoming under the gentle touch of transparency.
The sandcastle succumbed to the persistent assault of the sea, a temporal masterpiece fading under the relentless march of waves.
Every chess player knows that it's not just about the king, but the game as a whole. Each piece, from pawn to queen, is worthy in its strategy. Checkmate!
The unspoken words baked in the heat of their silent stares, a conversation richer than any articulated language.
Once, I found a weird doll in the alleyway behind our house. It wore a tiny suit, a mini mafia boss of the doll world.
Love is a self-sabotage....offering your heart to someone, knowing there's a reeeally good chance they might break it. but what the hell, I'm in.
I once watched a bird build its nest on a scaffold. It was a beautiful contradiction, nature intertwining with the manmade.
I've always loved the word glitch, It's like a tiny hiccup in an otherwise smooth sentence. A blip in the life's syntax
the leaf of an old book, yellowed with age, can hold a certain nostalgia. each page a link to the past, carrying the scent of forgotten words and whispered secrets.
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