A Picture’s Worth

So if you’ve ever looked at someone —or a place, or a moment — and just knew, you know it’s not about the image. It’s about the thousand words that imply inside.

You didn’t say a word, 

but I saw it clearly.

the way you held your ideas, 

the light in your minds,

like you were halfway through -

a thought you’d been carrying for so many years.

And in that very little second, 

I knew more than you could’ve told me in hours.

‘Cause a picture’s worth a thousand words —

not because it’s loud, 

but because it’s colorful.

it's because the art of imagination,

it's because the art of visibility. 

It’s not the pose, 

it’s the pause —

the tear before the smile, 

the shadow behind the light.

It’s not what’s framed — it’s what’s felt.

Some things can’t be said, only seen —

like how your tears dropped when you feels unspeakable,

or the way the sun hit the floor that morning,

and for once, everything was quiet.

So if you’ve ever looked at someone —

or a place, or a moment — and just knew,

you know it’s not about the image.

It’s about the thousand words that imply inside.

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