Big Heart of Art - 1000 Visual Mashups (Photo credit: qthomasbower)And there is a twist always in the ugly duckling/white swan story. When I can't tell you, I can write, when I can't write you, I can draw or I can sing, when I can't sing, will you find my voice, will you look at me the way I am? I think I am surrounded by people who still have a dream for which they didn't go one step further, a dream they promised each other they will look and cherish on this road or another. People who seem to lower the shoulders and fall the inner smile they have for that dream, too soon. They let it go way too soon. There's only one piece of us, there's only one road we know, for the moment being. The age and the life are too contradictory with our inner soul, I know. But the dreams by our side, they capture our heart, they will always hold a part of ourselves, never really letting go, always a step behind, a corner of our lip from smile to one tear. For all those dreams trapped between the walls, I wish I could lend my voice. And if I lose my voice, be sure to find it again for me. And look at me like I am. 
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