The randomness of my mind makes me direct my entire focus to a single colour. My fascination with my ideas leads me to break from the colour palette and concentrate on white!

 

It's the monochromes and contrast. The intensity circumscribing the intent. I have doubts about myself. What exactly is it? Is it a dream, despair, or a mystery that compelled me to follow the rhythm and allow myself to meditate with my eyes open?

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It began as a personal effort, but it quickly evolved into a calling. This seed had blossomed between the conscious and subconscious levels, bearing evidence that was hard to ignore.

You usually see everything, yet you don't seem to see everything. Unperturbed by the fallacies offered by the surroundings, the shadows and patterns make their way to the deep