Monday, April 30, 2012

Emily Boozé - Time

  Even though things get old over time, they sometimes have another use. Time is endless, there is none to count the minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Time doesn't know how to wait. The centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
  We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late. It is that time goes by while I give it to everyone who claims it. At the end of the day my blossoms close in fear while the sun fades; but I find that yet there is time.

1 comment:

  1. Emily,

    I feel like there is a disconnect somewhere. If you are stopping to enjoy everything, even if it is an "old bucket" give more to that bucket. Some more insight as to why you think it is beautiful and work slowing down for instead of just the in passing sense that is given to the image based on your text. I think with a stronger text the image will become stronger and evoke more from a reader/viewer. Also, your hyper-link feels awkward and like it was put in just for a requirement. If you can integrate it more it would be awesome, if there is no reason for a hyper-link though just leave it out and let the post speak for itself.