Flowscine:
I like the silence. I love to breathe. Above all I like to look into the distance. It was always peace and hope to be found there
Flowscine:
Some people say, love is a losing game and parroting what many people have already said before - the truth is: love was never a game! But blaming love for own failures it's a simple way to live and this is also reflected in the actions of these people
Flowscine:
So many people have tried to tell me to conform, to shut up. And that I'll never be accepted into the hip people's club - these people have never understood what it feels like to not want to please, but just to find your heart's own melody
Flowscine:
A life full of events and twists. When everything goes wrong, I look for solitude - in those moments I can always remember my mom's warm hug. I miss that a lot
Flowscine:
When people treat other people condescendingly, that's always a cry for help too - because they are completely dissatisfied with their own life, even if they say it isn't. If you treat people kindly, life will remember it - the other way around as well
Flowscine:
Don't let other people tell you who you are and always trust in love - because it will still be with you when everyone else has long left you
Flowscine:
It never stops, people always tell me there are things I can't do and I shouldn't pretend that I can change anything in this world - I'm still here, doing what i love, tell you my truth. And no, I'm not trying, I'm just doing it
Flowscine:
Be a bird, follow the wind and visit the places where the sparrows discover their songs - as long as you do this, you will never be alone
Flowscine:
The only way to find yourself is to stop trying to please other people - if you don't feel something, don't do it
Flowscine:
Some midjourney stuff. When words and showmanship try to outperform true art, then there is no more life. AI creates perfection - but never a feeling
Flowscine:
Blots of color on white paper, a peaceful sea, life's echo in your chest, the scent of flowers, the chirping of birds and all the thoughts that fly by in front of your inner eye, while time and place will forever remain hidden from you - a daydream
Flowscine:
Some people are like leaves in the wind, other people are like a rock in the surf. But all people have in common that when life hits them, it makes no difference which group they felt they belonged to - cause after that nothing will ever be the same again
