Don’t Fret


Because in a society like ours, we mow down fields of wild sunflowers, thinking them to be only weeds. Their growth stunted by the molten asphalt paved to make way for parking lots.

But every once in a while, that surface will crack and a budding stalk will break through and face towards the sun and it’s uncertain future.

That thin line between actuality and conception that is straddled when drawing..|•| ❤ (at Sanctuary)