ABOUT

I walked along the path, and saw the tiny plants that clung to the cliffs edge, delicate and beautiful. I knew that I shouldn't pick them but I did, I preserved them and I added them to a painting.
This is a memory, of a place a special place, a special memory.
Everything is fragile
The tiniest flower , the gigantic rocks
We are all made of the same thing
Entropy , dust, star dust.