Sometimes the silence guides your mind
So move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start race
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
Faces. All so different but yet every single one tells a story. Every freckle, every scar defines one person and differentiates them from everyone else. So unique and so fragile. Telling the viewer unknowingly all its secrets it hides.
You see, faces intrigue me. So very different and yet perfectly reflecting that individual’s story. Perhaps its the stories I’m so interested in. There is a whole world outside my window just waiting to be discovered. For stories to be made and shared. Faces to be met and people to be loved. So much many underestimate. Faces you see, are only the beginning into someone. Only until we move past an individual’s face can we see into them and the rest of their world.
Out there is a story waiting to be heard. A person waiting to be found. And a life waiting to be discovered.