“Your now is not your forever.”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down
In theory, the world is perfect.
Lines are straight.
Trees are regular and unbroken.
The sky is even.
A hummingbird is insignificant in the mighty blue canvas.
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The world is filled with glorious imperfections.
Lines swirl in circles and swallow our theories.
Trees are jagged and rough with exhaustion.
The sky is a crooked embrace.
A hummingbird holds the universe at heart.
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In theory, I am only a theory of what I could/should/must be.
In response to the one-word prompt: Theory
I love the look of your blog!
Thank you Ramya, I go back and forth on it.