
Every day is the same,
Nothing new, just a frame.
In routines, we find our way,
Yet within, sparks long to play.
Everyday moments softly blend,
Time drifts on, around the bend.
In the silence, dreams may bloom,
Breaking free from this dull room.
A place to show my work

Every day is the same,
Nothing new, just a frame.
In routines, we find our way,
Yet within, sparks long to play.
Everyday moments softly blend,
Time drifts on, around the bend.
In the silence, dreams may bloom,
Breaking free from this dull room.