Life is constant change. Always rolling, turning chaos
It’s hard to see the beauty when you’re falling, like a giant blob, right to the bottom of the tank.
At the end of a long day; in a dark, smokey room; it’s a calming chaos. The colours, bubbles, random patterns.
Constant ebb and flow. Movement. Life. Looking at it from the outside in, it’s beautiful.
-Late night dark thoughts trying to see the light