For the first time i am unable to articulate why I'm drawn to a photograph.
There are no clear thoughts on why I like this image.
Or why it has impacted me and how.
There are words,here and there, but I am unable to make a sentence with them.
A sentence that will tell me why this image is important to me.
As of now, as I look at the photograph all that echoes in my mind is this:
Nothing ever gets annihilated completely.
Ever.
There is always a speck that's alive.
A speck from which life will begin all over again.
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