I am thinking words are something that will fade away at the moment they come out from our mouths. That is why I love images so much. Telling different stories to different people. That is also the power of photography.
' Whether it is poverty or happiness--I was born blind.On the way I look at the grey blur, the bright reds.I hurriedly search for someone to lead the way.On the way I look at where I came from, so moving.'Perhaps love is beautiful,
Perhaps I have kissed your mouth,
Yet every pair of eyes is different,
As I slowly making my way in colourblindness, trying hard to determine my direction.'
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