Randomness of everyday life.

Emotions that were real for a split second, forgotten in the next. The struggle for words to justify the emotions. The frustration of finding none at times. The finding of words but losing on interpretation. The falling short of expectations from self. And the sense of triumph for finally expressing the nothingness and the wholeness of it all.

Bluetwing.
The Flower.
The Butterfly.

and their journey in my mind.